Poetry

Go to the kitchen

Open the dra go to the kitchen
Open the drawer
Take out a knife
Robert elan your skin
Court ever so slightly
But started to drip
Cut a little deeper
Release your emotions
Cutting is the only way to do it.

You’re too scared to live

But you’re
You’re too scared to live
But you’re too scared to die
Each time you think of what happened, you die a little more insight
The memories turn to and go few
Flashbacks overtake your body
You are reminded that nothing is sacred
You’re in turmoil

Turmoil so

turmoil
Term also great that you don’t want to live.
You don’t want to live so what do you do?
You end it, and the pain, for good

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Author: manyofus1980

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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