Old poems I wrote,
Stuck in my head.
It's almost 2 AM.
And I feel like
It wouldn't matter
If I died.
At 25,
I still have the
Same thoughts I did
As a 17 year old
Lonely girl.
Maybe one day,
I'll be okay.
And it's just
One rough night.
But the temptation is
So real.
How do I stop the razor
From cutting my skin?
Well, if Jesus bled for me,
How can I still make myself bleed?
Same suicidal thoughts I have... You are so talented... Love it.... Naila
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mirrors what I feel at times as well....and then the swell dies down
It's an awful feeling. Thanks for the comment!