I just let go...
committed the one thing i promised myself and others i would never do.
It didn't hurt as bad is i thought it would... it wasn't deep though.
just like a paper cut. only with a pencil sharpeners razor.
it wont stop bleeding now. and I'm worried my loved ones will find out.
until it stops and I'm positive all scars are gone.
long sleeves wrist bands and hoodies are all i will wear
you know what I'm talking about
and if you don't. well then you'll need some help figuring it out
all the clues are there.
Depression has washed over me again. something i knew would come back
this isn't really a poem... just a bunch of random words with true meanings. thrown together in a series of lines
