Stab Me So Deep, There's a Permanent Scar.
I want To Feel it.
i Did This.
No Persuasion was needed.
I Don't want to Talk.
I want to Bleed my problems Away.
My Body is a Piece of paper and my Tattoos are the Story of my life.
I no Longer go to Therapy.
Feeling the needle cut into My Skin is Right for me.
Self-Inflicted Pain,
just let me lay there,
just leave me be.
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Author:
j.m (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I personally wrote this after I got my neck tatted. That was some of the worst pain I have ever experienced. But it was self-inflicted, no one asked me to do it. I felt as though it was a therapy session because I could feel my stress being lifted off my shoulders.
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