Note to Self

Darling, stop.

Look at the mess you've made of yourself.

How did you end up here?

Going to sleep, hoping not to wake, 

searching for your release in the form of blood and a blade?

Aren't you tired of this? 

Isn't it exhausting?

The way you cry yourself to sleep at night,

how you can't even look in the mirror without 

disgust in your eyes?

Stop doing this to yourself.

Stop crying,

Stop caring, 

Stop killing, 

Stop

trying

so 

hard.

Let yourself breathe.

How are you so surrounded by love,

but so filled with self hatred?

Why do you hide yourself away, not letting anyone in?

What are you so afraid of?

Let it all go, love.

Just stop, 

darling. Stop.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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