My Confessions
Idk...how I feel...felt I guess...
You hold the blade,
You look at it.
You try to resist,
Try to quit.
It calls to you,
You try not to answer.
It mocks all you are,
All you ever were.
You put it away,
You're strong enough.
Even though they tell you,
That you aren't that tough.
You take it back out,
Maybe they're right.
Though you'll never admit it,
You keep the cuts hidden from sight.
You look at it.
You try to resist,
Try to quit.
It calls to you,
You try not to answer.
It mocks all you are,
All you ever were.
You put it away,
You're strong enough.
Even though they tell you,
That you aren't that tough.
You take it back out,
Maybe they're right.
Though you'll never admit it,
You keep the cuts hidden from sight.
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