A rush of adrenaline,
pulsing through my body.
All feeling leaves,
I'm numb to the pain.
Digging deeper,
with every thought.
I look down,
and the blood drops.
The pain numbs,
my broken heart.
As I clutch my cure,
and make a mark.
All thoughts leave,
and the anger subsides.
I feel better,
there's nothing inside.
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Author:
BlueiBlondie (
Offline) - Published: October 28th, 2016 19:05
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this when self harm was a big part of my life. Self harm was the only way that I knew to make it through the pain. It was a turning point when I discovered how healing it was to write how I was feeling instead.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Very beautifully written in a tragic way. Its very courageous of you to openly speak of this. May you continue to find replacements in things you love. I truly hope things get better for you. Please post more poems!!!!
I think your poem is tragically beautiful. I hope you heal and post more poems!
A brave woman to be so open. Sad but read so well x
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