Tonight cool steel has reunited with my skin
painting red lines, some thick some thin
a familiar sting radiating from my arm
and my dripping red makes me feel a waited calm
my old scars overlapped by wounds now fresh
my mind mesmerized by my open flesh
that silver to my skin, then a simple push and pull
Creates a pleasure of a pain in which I am in control
I’ve strayed too far from being saved, this I have accepted
some days I lay and wonder if a soon goodbye’s expected
my bleeding wounds the only thing that remind me I’m alive
I’ve become just a body with a soul I can’t revive
The release I love, but I know that it is only temporary
The rushes and emotions each time vary
perhaps I’m sick, it’s sick, and be that as it may
what’s sickening is being pushed to not want to see another day
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Author:
Brittany Jo (
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Comments2
This one hits close to home.. Great job!
Thank you!
Articulating one's struggle is difficult for most people. Wonderful poem.
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