The After Poem, by Madds, at My poetic side

I want to cut it out,

Let it all free,

Come back to my body,

Come back to me.

I am the side effect

Of sadness;

And embrace of pure,

Sweet darkness.

My wrist is my canvas,

My blade is my pen;

Let me go,

For I cannot mend.

The tears don't fall,

Unlike my face.

I starve myself to death,

Hoping I find my last breath.

Rehab worked

I tried so hard:

I cried a river,

Screamed in pain,

I bled out my fucking brain.

I want that sweet

Release again,

Blade against

Skin.

The only thing is,

If I go too deep,

Can I come back?

Comments +

Poetic Licence January 27th, 2025 03:06
Quite haunting and emotional read, self harming is a desperate and very damaging thing, hope fully writing out how you feel will ease the pain a little, take care
Avi February 2nd, 2025 16:03
Are you ok

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