I
Cut ties
of friends…
I Cut
loved ones—
With scissors,
Like frigile thread.
at the end,
It’s difficult to trust.
People left me on silent…
at the same breath,
The bitter ache
stabs me in the chest.
I try to smile
but all the while
tears start to flow—
I feel so alone
at home.
I’m struggling
to ask
for help.
I
Cut myself
to carve
the feelings
I can’t explain.
Would they see me?
Understand me?
Or hate me
even more?
I feel lost
in my head,
Lying in bed…
I
Cut
because
I forget
How to feel
Again…
But
I
write
a letter
with my
Scarred hands:
For whoever
reads this,
You’re not alone.
One day,
We will
find hope
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 12:45 AM UTC
I
Cut ties
of friends…
I Cut
loved ones—
With scissors,
Like frigile thread.
at the end,
It’s difficult to trust.
People left me on silent…
at the same breath,
The bitter ache
stabs me in the chest.
I try to smile
but all the while
tears start to flow—
I feel so alone
at home.
I’m struggling
to ask
for help.
I
Cut myself
to carve
the feelings
I can’t explain.
Would they see me?
Understand me?
Or hate me
even more?
I feel lost
in my head,
Lying in bed…
I
Cut
because
I forget
How to feel
Again…
But
I
write
a letter
with my
Scarred hands:
For whoever
reads this,
You’re not alone.
One day,
We will
find hope
I used to feel like this a long time ago, and I don't feel like that now but for those who feels like that, just know you're not alone in the world and everyone you know loves you so much!
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