I cut myself on my own broken pieces
While trying to build myself back together
The pain has a funny way of bringing life
Proving to myself that I still exist
I pick up more of my pieces, my blood drips
Staining my once transparent self forever
I don't want to be broken anymore
So I must put myself back together
But I keep getting cut
And my blood
Keeps
Dripping
on
the
floor.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Why must healing hurt?
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Comments2
healing does hurt
i used to harm myself until i realised it didn't help
i was a bit stupid back then
often learning is being stupid first--then later realizing it was stupid.
Stunning lines ! Loved them really.
thank you!
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