Sometimes I want to drag glass,
across my skin
just to see
the skin split open (maybe there will be a sound?) and to watch the blood spill out of my arms, and legs, and hips and shoulders.
But I get scared, that I won't be able to stop
but what if I can?
What if it even feels good?
Oneday,
I will drag glass,
across my skin
just to see-
- Author: RainningHearts (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 24th, 2022 14:10
- Comment from author about the poem: 'Been struggling a bit lately
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
I think it is wonderful that you had the courage to show your struggle. I have been there, oh yes. But please don't be like me, don't cut yourself no matter how bad it hurts inside. K? Thanks for sharing
this.. i feel a connection towards your poem, and i feel the struggle you're going through.
"But I get scared, that I won't be able to stop" this line explains how bad of an addiction it can become.
again, truly wonderful
hope you're doing alright, dear poet
Yeah, it does. Unfortunately on impulse I have already started haha.
Thank you, though.
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