I don’t know if you can see me
But if you can just know that I’m fighting
I just want to be set free
The pain I want to inflict on myself is exciting
It’s making my skin hot and sweaty just thinking about it
It makes me ache to feel the blade on my skin
Maybe I should feed into it make a little slit
But my mind keeps telling me not to give in
But the intrusive thoughts are too strong
I give in anyway and commit to the blade
I know it’s so wrong but in these lines I feel like I belong
Looking at my arms as if the lines were being displayed
It makes me go numb as I lay there like I’m going insane
But it’s better than feeling pain
The world feels like it slows
So in a deep sleep I go
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Comments1
we seek pain, as gratification
as escape
because we've only known comfort
those in actual, pain
are breathless
have no time, to dwell and muse
they're too busy, striving to survive...
but
our demons, are ours
for a reason
no one! can judge You
or belittle your suffering
if you're dogpaddling a life of strife
and to others it looks like
you're taking a gentle morning swim
its not your fault, how reality
can be perceived so differently
from one person's, look
to another's, glance...
all we, who ashamedly
try
to offer some feebly, threadbare
help and comfort
ask
of you
is that You, Try
to consider, how many others
feel
like you
and we Hope, in realising
you're not alone, you also
find Scope, to imagine
like those others you too, may
find your avenue for healing..
just
please, try to empathise
how your words may be read
by someone
in a much more darker space
than you are
and so, if you can
try to warn people of the potentially
harmful content, your work
may contain
give them a chance
to not be blindsided by ill-fate
like You were..
I laud your bravery
I champion your Fight
and I wish you Peace..
stay strong, dear Poet
'Fight, fight
Rage, rage
against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night'
from Dylan Thomas' timeless poem:
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https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-30915
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