I cry not because I’m sad but because I’ve built up so many emotions I don’t know what else to do. But crying leads to cutting, cutting leads to burning, burning leads to bruising, bruising leads to suicidal thoughts, suicidal thoughts leads to suicide plans, suicide plans leads to suicide letters, suicide letters leads to suicide, suicide leads to others crying…
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I cry, but I don’t know why
Shedding all these tears, can’t help but sigh
A heart full of feels, a head full of sorrow
Why make it through today? It’ll be the same tomorrow
So out comes the blade, a sharp, serrated edge
Tearing away at flesh, whilst I sit on this tall ledge
Let the blood run fast, let it trickle far below
To watch it all let out, with this effervescent glow
Looking at my skin, “this porcelains ’bout to crack.”
Anymore of this, and I’m definitely not coming back
So in come these thoughts, my one true escape
From reality and this life, “won’t you let me through your Gate?”
Cause if Hell is a place, it’d be worser than this Earth
And I only want to rest, I’ve been fighting since my birth
The time has now come, for me to say goodbye
I’m sorry everybody, please just let me die
^My feeble attempt at putting your post into poetic form. Sorry, I’m feeling weird at the moment.
Sometimes we don’t know who or what hurt us so bad that self-inflicted pain relieves or distracts us from some of that hurt. If you know who hurt you so deeply, find a photo of that person and burn it. If you know what hurt you, write it out, burn it and cast its ashes to the wind. This act of symbolism can be very freeing. I also believe that each hurt we carry a burden for has a certain number of tears and the more we release those tears the closer we come to releasing that burden. Don’t be afraid to cry – we cry for a reason.