| My Darkest Hour | |
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| StayStrong1996 | Oct 16 2012, 05:53 PM Post #1 |
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You find yourself lying there. A razor blade in one hand, Pain killers in the other. Blood dripping to the floor You scream, No more. Eyes focus on the door. She's standing there petrified. A lonely little girl, Staring into what could have been the end. You swallow them, All of them. And for a second you think it's all over. You're as dizzy as can be. Light headed from the cuts and the screams. She cries. You cry Because you now remember why you needed to stay alive. She was still getting beat. She was beat down like a piece of raw meat. Your mother enters, Looking for that spider on the floor, But what does she find? She finds you almost dead. If it wasn't for those shrieks of help That went off like sirens. You wouldn't be here with those battle wounds. You were a cutter. You found that light at the end of the tunnel, And yet you are still here. Those cuts now define you. Those pills will remind you, Of all those things you overcame, All the pain, Now washed away, Slowly in decay. Never again shall you repay, The darkness of that day. I wrote this a couple days after my attempt. I was a bit younger, but this piece of writing hits me every time I read it. I'm hoping you guys like it. It tells my story, not all of it, but enough of it. I haven't edited it so we can say it was written by my 15 year old self. I hope you guys are having a blessed day. <3 |
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| Staystrongiamheretohelp | Oct 18 2012, 06:42 PM Post #2 |
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i loved the poem it decribes what stopped u it described that u wont cut again its just very nicely written |
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| StayStrong1996 | Oct 18 2012, 06:58 PM Post #3 |
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Thank you. (: |
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