Grey skies
cover grey eyes
you fall to the ground,
along with the first raindrops,
your hair covering your face.
Tears start flowing,
you give no effort to stop them,
been holding them back for so long now,
cant hold on any longer.
You look up at the sky,
and you cry
"why? god please tell me why?"
The scars on your arms glowing pink,
Not made by you,
But the one you cry so often about.
You look down again,
not knowing what to do with yourself,
not knowing how to go on,
not knowing if you can go on.
The razor in your pocket,
slowly starts to make it's self noticeable,
it calls your name,
and your hands itch to reach for it.
You stop yourself,
realizing that if you do this,
the people closest to you,
who went through the same pain as you,
would be even more hurt...
You stand up and walk away,
wipe away the tears,
put on a smile,
and prepare yourself for another pain filled day...
Author notes
this is dedicated to my friend who must be going through this every day
Comments
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bravo very cool!... but dn't be so depressing look at things around you and love yr self... i realized that
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This is painful in the way that self-harming usually is. It is a trap, a vicious circle that repeats itself. The truly sad part about it is that so of us actually reach out our hands to help. Our own problems are far more immediate. A hand up or a hug can be the best medicine one can give to a friend. Great dedication give your friend a hug aye.
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