Bottled UpA Poem by Emma Cathryn
She got up,
bad day. Wants to wash her pain away with the blood stained razor, fixing her scars with a sheet of paper. She's messed up, what a way just to say that she's all alone and no one gives a damn about her. The deeper she cuts, the less she gets hurt. The longer she burns, the less it gets worse. I'm okay, what a lie. My mind's blown. I'm out of time to stop the ticking bomb ahead of blowing up and causing deaths - but maybe now it'll stop the aching of the ones who can't just say it, the ones who bottle it all up, like me. © 2012 Emma Cathryn |
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Added on May 26, 2012 Last Updated on May 26, 2012 AuthorEmma CathrynRoyal Oak, MIAbouti'm emma. in a relationship. just a writer and awkward self harmer. more..Writing
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