Bloody Survival

Bled tonight, nothing new

Someday I will join the few

Who gave it up and died instead

Rather than have arms bloody and red

Bled today, nothing different

The bloody gauze forms a tent

A bloodbath every night

To help me continue my fight

Bled all day, not afraid

Organize a funeral parade

Won’t die without my pride

Won’t die without saying I tried.

To self mutilators- You are not alone, and as long as I live, you won’t be alone.

Categorized as poetic

By QuietFairWarning

Russian Roulet- My favourite game. Death- my favourite state of being. Suicide- yeah, within 24 hours of writing this probably.