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Mar 2021
You wear long sleeves all throughout summer
Until the questions,
The questions stop.

Outside the window
All that a stranger peering in would see is
A goldfish swimming through a tank of
Forgotten, filthy water

So peaceful, so complacent
Until the silent storm breaks into bubbles
Into screams and shouts of
Help.

The fabric from your sweater rubs
Against your wounds
Causing them to cry out for help
Their screams muffled by the
Tightly woven yarn of your clothing.

A silent storm erupting
Along your wrists
With no one there to help
No one there to hug your wrists
Although they burn

To silence the shouts
To stop the bleeding.
i've recently had problems with self harm so i thought i'd write this to help me sort my thoughts out. it's not perfect but i tried my best hehe.
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Peri  15/F
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