(TW: SH)
That one small piece of metal,
Not even as big as my pinky finger.
Can leave the feeling of honey all across the pale paper of the skin.
Even as I here the soft metal click of the bathroom door,
I hold my knees close to my chest and cry the tears that stayed in the back of my mind.
I open the creaky wooded cabinet,
Like a routine,
I reach in the back.
Hidden between the toilet paper and the memories of a happier time,
I let my arms carve out the words I could never say.
And even when the blood crusts and the tears dry,
I can’t look at the mirror.
I just look down and look at the red run down the sink.
And leave like nothing happened.
Because nothing did.
-Immi
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 11:24 PM UTC
(TW: SH)
That one small piece of metal,
Not even as big as my pinky finger.
Can leave the feeling of honey all across the pale paper of the skin.
Even as I here the soft metal click of the bathroom door,
I hold my knees close to my chest and cry the tears that stayed in the back of my mind.
I open the creaky wooded cabinet,
Like a routine,
I reach in the back.
Hidden between the toilet paper and the memories of a happier time,
I let my arms carve out the words I could never say.
And even when the blood crusts and the tears dry,
I can’t look at the mirror.
I just look down and look at the red run down the sink.
And leave like nothing happened.
Because nothing did.
-Immi
Just remember that there is always someone to talk to. If you are ever feel suicidal or have suicidal thought please call your mental health hotline and remember that you are someone of worth.
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