I close my eyes and all I see is
me fighting to save my life from myself.
I keep running as far as I can
fighting all the demons.
Why does it feel so good to hurt & cut
I know I should stop but what if,
that's the only thing that's keeping me alive? Hurt.
Smirk as I see myself bleeding
choke to stop myself from breathing
but never kill never leaving.
If you ask me what's wrong with me
I'm tryna find that answer too,
every night my heart rate increases
faster & faster, louder & louder.
I freeze and find it impossible to move and
all the monsters crowder & crowder,
wander & wander.
And next morning one more scar I see attached to my body forever.
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Author:
Kritika (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 21st, 2023 08:46
- Comment from author about the poem: this is a very special poem to me as I wrote this when I was at my lowest point.
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
Beautifully sad! Sometimes pain is the only thing that helps us feel alive! 💔 Thank you for sharing!
ikr , thank you 💖
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