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.

  • Author: BlueiBlondie (Offline 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
  • Views: 26
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  • Habibi

    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!!!!

  • Christina8

    I think your poem is tragically beautiful. I hope you heal and post more poems!

  • scorchedwings

    A brave woman to be so open. Sad but read so well x

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