**** doesn’t always hide
At parties and outside clubs
**** doesn’t always hide
In dark alleys and empty parking lots
Sometimes it is right in front of you
But you choose to look the other way
**** doesn’t always hide
Behind the faces of strangers in the night
Sometimes it is hiding behind the closed doors
Of your uncles
Cousins
Fathers
And brothers
**** isn’t always loud-
Screaming, yelling, and crying
Sometimes **** is quiet-
Gasping for air and silent tears
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 11:10 AM UTC
The pain of self harm, how the feeling lingers in the veins. How would your six year old self understand this?As you sit here with tears in your eyes and the blade in your pocket you understand this is not the path for you, the addiction is not right you find yourself falling down.You have been thinking about this where it can lead this month is time for growth you flushed the blade.You are a new person i left the parts of me that is bad i am happy i am finally free.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 11:08 AM UTC
The sun shine rolls in it time to get up it shouts.I cant get up though im stuck.I cant move im in bed feeling like it sinking im left to think. i'm thinking about the after life.I im tired but i been sleep for years never to rest always thinking left to rot.i finally have got up after years still tired barely able to move but i am getting up the suns down now.I am trying to walk i can't i fall to the ground.I wonder is this the life of bpd the falling and never able to get up.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC