Relief

Complete Numbness As I Slice The Blade Across My Arm.
It Doesn't Make Me Feel Better, Blood Oozes Out But I Feel No Harm.
So I Cut More And More, Until I Feel Relief.
Anything Can Trigger It, Nothing Can Stop This Belief.

The Pain Flows Out Of Me As The Blood Drips.
Once I Feel Better The Pain Hits And I Get A Grip.
I Stare Down At My Mutilated Arms And Sigh.
Can I Be Sly and Deny?

A Million Of Excuses, Reasons, run through my Mind.
I Put The Blade Away And Cry, What I Have Done Rewinding in My Head.
Facing Another Day Fills Me WIth Dread.
I Can't Believe How Much Damage I Have Caused This Time.
What Is Wrong With Me? Am I So Weak? Can I Still Go On And Pretend I'm Fine?

Poem by Petite_Pixiii

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