I've been through a lot over the years. I've been suicidal, depressed, anxious, and had an eating disorder. I guess it helped to write poems no matter how horrible they may be. |
One black tear falls from its inner place,
Another follows until they fill my face...
A slash or two into my skin,
And maybe you'll let me breathe again...
The waves will continue to turn,
Even if the footprints fade away...
Break my heart,
And wish to die...
Ropes that were never seen,
A hold that was never felt...
Scars of razorblades,
Scraped against my skin...
Scars are like memories and like memories, they fade away. |
A wise man prepares for the future by forgetting his past. |
It's better to wait for the person that actually is like you and likes you back then to sound desperate |