Nursery Rhyme | [Rhyme]

Trigger Warning: This poem is about self harm. Please do not read it if this is a trigger.

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Cut this line upon my skin

So I can feel what a pain I’ve been

Burn this flame upon my flesh

So I can control this life a mess

Drill this hole into my thigh

To take away the numb, make me feel alive

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord nobody weeps

Keeping My Brother

TRIGGER WARNING: This post mentions various forms of self harm. Please, my friend, do not read this if they are triggers for you.

My brother cuts…

…he also burns…

…and drills…

He has been living with me for a couple months now. He has no where else to go. He, his wife, and his family are going through the darkest valley they will probably ever go through.

There were things that were done that cannot be undone. Continue reading “Keeping My Brother”