tw Depression + s^h Pain is cold fire Dumps hot into the icy thoughts of my brain clears the head but it also makes room for guilt you see me hiding I try to hide more I hide my scar-ridden skin and try so so hard not to let anyone in but eventually they find out they watch me bleed at my own hands they are angry and repulsed and worst of all disappointed and that’s when the guilt hits puts pain in the stomach in the body and the mind the cycle isn’t kind pain in the body eases the pain in the mind it’s addictive and probably not the best way to deal but it’s hard to survive when you don’t feel alive alive alive I’m drowning and this poem is my cry for help please throw me a rope and help me climb out
