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nooneknoes Aug 2018
drip
drip
drip
from my wrist.
                           .
                            .
nooneknoes Aug 2018
Sorry not a poem but i dont feel like writing today sorry. just not feeling great
nooneknoes Aug 2018
when someone sees your scars or cuts, do they really see?
do they see the metal pain, or do they see the physical pain?

when someone sees your blade do they see the metal that scars your skin, or do they see the words that scar your skin?

when someone sees your tears do they see your sadness, or do they see the demons running around your head causing pain where they step?

when someone sees your progress do they see you using coping skills and no cuts on your wrists, or do they see the feelings you fake and the cuts on your thighs instead?
nooneknoes Aug 2018
something most people don't think about when they hear about self harm is shaving. most people who self harm cut. most of the people who cut get their blades from razors. so when people find out the take away the razors. you end up not shaving for months at a time. your leg hair grows out. your armpits look like forests. it doesn't bother you until people make fun of it. you feel like **** about yourself. you beg to shave over and over. you are finally allowed to but when you do you realized there are blades in it. it starts over.
nooneknoes Aug 2018
whats the point of trying hard?
hear me out.
i could try really hard pass all my classes and get a scholarship. i could go to college become an engineer or something. but i would still be unhappy.
so why wouldn't i make it easier on myself and do the bare minimum get a job as a cashier or something.
i would be unhappy either way.
so why not
  Aug 2018 nooneknoes
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
nooneknoes Aug 2018
Why do people say this? Is it to comfort you or themselves? When someone tells me that I am not alone I think of the other people that have to feel like this, or worse. It doesn't make me feel better. I wish people didn't have to feel this way.
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