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A Letter To Self Harm, Possible TriggerA Letter To Self HarmA Letter To Self Harm, Possible Trigger by ~TheseAreOurSecrets
My lover. My abuser. The more I am away from you the more I want you. I hunger for you and lust for your touch. They don't approve of us my darling. No one does. They say you're bad for me and part of me believes that. But I need you I need you more than anything in this world. I need the blood rolling down my arm. I need the itching of the healing wounds. I need you. I need you. I want you to go away. I need you. They have taken away my supplies darling, but we both know that won't stop us from meeting again. If you call loudly enough I will come crawling to you. You'll meet me halfway with your sharpness. I will find
I Now UnderstandI never understood those kids in class who can sit there and do nothing for the whole class period until I became one of them.I Now Understand by ~TheseAreOurSecrets
I never understood those drivers who drive off the road into a ditch on purpose to end their life until I became one who thought about it.
I never understood girls who cut their hair short and wore baggy jeans and didn’t care what anyone thought of them until I became one of them.
I never thought I would be swallowed by mental illness.
I never thought I would drown in my own sadness just because I didn’t have the energy to come up for air.
All these things that made no sense to me suddenly do because
You're Dead to MeI haven't slept in weeks.You're Dead to Me by ~TheseAreOurSecrets
Your name stuck between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
I carved your name into my thigh in hopes that I would bleed any thought of you out.
I couldn't.
I close my eyes and see your face holding that other person's hand.
It isn't me.
You aren't in love with me.
One day years from now when I am over you, you'll think of me and see how you missed out.
I'm trying my hardest to sleep.
I'm trying my hardest to block you out of my dreams.
I'm trying my hardest to puke up your name along with every meal I eat.
I'm trying to let the cuts scar over and stop picking at the scabs.
You're dead to me.
Fuck It.I was going to post a really long poem about you.Fuck It. by ~TheseAreOurSecrets
I had it typed and ready and everything.
Than I thought about how I was wasting my time on you.
And how I need to face reality
You don't love me like I love you.
And it hurts.
But it's the truth.
So you don't get the pleasure of reading a really long poem about yourself.
Fuck that.
I would also like to point out that you're so vain that you probably think this is about you.
It is.
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