Taking a Mental Health Leave. I don't know when I will publish next.
See the blood rolling down my arms
See the bright red flowing into little streams
The little cuts that no one sees
The cuts that they think have no purpose
The cuts that are a silent cry
A cry for help
A cry that you cant here
A moan, a cry, a scream, a yell
But, it's silent
The cuts are like a map
Going up and down my body
Some inviciable, like a secret passage in a movie
Others have fake stories, lies behind them
Lies that hide the truth
Lies that cannot be remembered
Lies that are always retold
One lie will never go away though
The lie that I tell myself
That I'm okay
But, as I tell myself I'm okay
I am sitting and looking
Looking at the blood
The blood as it rolls
Rolls down my arms
In bright little red streams
But, yet I feel nothing
I am numb
Numb and bleeding
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Author:
hopeforthehopeless (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 23rd, 2021 07:44
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
You describe something which I have to admit is beyond my understanding. But I wish i could understand. Please write more and help me (and others) understand the motivation of self harming.
It's easy to sympathise but I'd like to be able to empathise, to feel along with you.
You really dont want to expirence these thoughts they are very overwhelming. But I can describe it more.
I understand very well this state of mind. Not yours specifically because that's impossible, but I've been in similar situations. What lies underneath the surface of a person is usually what's most interesting to see. It really depends on how other people take it when they discover it, if they ever do. Best regards.
thank you
The emotions you carry
Is so heavy
Unloaded them as much as you can
Here by your powerful words
Your priceless my dear friend
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