I lean against my door,
a small sharp knife lying next to me,
as blood started drip from my wrists,
my body slowly becoming numb,
tears rolling down my red, puffed-up cheeks.
Why do I do this to myself?...
Why can't I just stop?...
I keep on thinking to myself,
completely motionless,
my body keeps on aching,
it aches for more..
I don't like this,
I don't want to be like this anymore..
I keep on repeating that to myself,
but still,
I can't seem to stop this...
Addiction.
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Author:
Rosie (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem based off of my own experience with that type of situation. It is quite hard to try and stop something that I've now been addicted to. It really sucks, but overtime, I did slowly heal that addiction I once had and I'm so glad I did.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A sad poem of pain, not only physical but emotional that needs healing from the inside out. A powerful write of inner suffering.
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