TWLOHA

July 12, 2011
By Anonymous

She writes LOVE on her arms
Just above the vein
Doesn’t care how deep it cuts
She likes the pain
Blood can fall
Numbness felt
No real emotion
Just that red welt
Her wrists are scarred
It’s not just in her head
Depression rules
Soon she’ll be dead
No one noticed
Until that one date
Too bad by then…
It was much too late


The author's comments:
To Write Love On Her Arms & my own depression inspired me to write this poem

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