7d
I used to
play a game
by myself…
A game of
Russian Roulette
every waken night.
Decide my fate—
Make my choice…
Whether to heal—
Or to hurt
again…
A friend once
asked me,
“Why in the
world would
you hurt
yourself?”
Soon in
my lonely
bathroom,
scars bloom
beneath the
weeping moon—
I gave it up…
Gave the blade
away to that friend…
I feel strange
but free to quit,
like I can breathe
another day.
It’s the
End of my
Game…
play a game
by myself…
A game of
Russian Roulette
every waken night.
Decide my fate—
Make my choice…
Whether to heal—
Or to hurt
again…
A friend once
asked me,
“Why in the
world would
you hurt
yourself?”
Soon in
my lonely
bathroom,
scars bloom
beneath the
weeping moon—
I gave it up…
Gave the blade
away to that friend…
I feel strange
but free to quit,
like I can breathe
another day.
It’s the
End of my
Game…
A few days ago I talked to a friend I had trouble connecting with.
We talked it out and I gave him something that've been
hurting me physically and mentally because I felt like trusting
him and helping myself heal for a bit.
We talked it out and I gave him something that've been
hurting me physically and mentally because I felt like trusting
him and helping myself heal for a bit.
