It's so triggering.
"Come back into my arms, you were safe here."
I'll view the pictures and relive the moments, but I can't go back to my abyss.
So comforting it seems, even though back then I had no comfort at all.
Tempt me to my destruction, I smell your bait and I won't take it.
What a good crying song this might be.
If I could situate myself between the toilet and the wall, to make my eyes bleed.
To make everything bleed.
Breathe.
And wish I never did again.
I'm addicted to the memory of my failed suicide, must I keep taking hits of the past?
Bloody bathroom tiles and songs on repeat to flood my mind with ultimate sadness.
Wrapped up in the darkness, I held my own hand as I led myself into Hell.
I could go back.
Right now.
It's a choice between life and death.
I was so alive then though.
I felt everything, every bit of pain possible. Untill it made me want to die.
Never come back.
Such extreme sadness that was.
I wished anyone could feel it all at once.
It would break their heart right in two.
It broke mine.
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amazing
i'm speachless again... its beautiful. i love the realism of your poems. no huge out of control words just the best kind of heartfelt feeling.
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so beautiful. so powerful.
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nicely done.
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awesome. gritty. powerful. beautiful. awesome job.
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Haven't we all felt like this?
This is such a relatable piece about such a cliche subject, but you wrote it so profoundly that therefor makes it,
Not cliche in a way... Right?
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wow kat this is an amazing poem,what made you write it,and who would want to go back to the past where the pain is,all that pain,why would you want to,why even want to die,you tell me i cant,so you cant.
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