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Broken glass

June 11, 2014
By Anonymous

Thick and red
It flows down my arms
Easing the pain
And leaving scars
I stare at it closely
Wondering how I became so weak
Once unbreakable
I can no longer breathe
I'm still holding on
And trying to hide from the sharp, shiny metal
It calls to me
Wanting to slice me open again
It whispers
"I'm the only one who is here for you."
Hippo, worthless, disgusting
Are only some of the words echoing through my head
Death beckons me once again
Promising it will fix everything
I scream
But nobody comes to my rescue
I have no words left to say
No tears left to cry
No hope left to give
No breaths left to take
I am just a broken glass
Whose pieces will never fit together again.


The author's comments:
I've gone through a lot in my life, so much I resulted to self harm. I got through that part of my life, but when I do feel the need to do it again, I write my feelings down instead. My pencil and diary are there for me in my darkest moments. Writing gives me the release nobody ever can.

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