Depression Quote #6728738
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Why would you do this to yourself, you asked. Softly, you caressed

Why would you
do this to yourself,
you asked.

Softly, you caressed
the tainted surface
of my wrist, covered
in little pink lines.

Why, why, why, you
whispered brokenly.

The same reason
you breathe,
to stay alive.

(DS)

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celestialerror*

posted April 21, 2013 at 7:00pm UTC tagged with depression, selfharm, survival, triggerwarning, poems

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