I Sit Here Poem, by bloodyangel, at My poetic side

I sit here
Tears staining my cheeks
Blood flowing down my wrist
I sob for I have started a nasty habit.

I sit here
The blood has dried and turned to ugly scars
The tears have dried
But I am still not okay.

I sit here
My scars are no better
They are ugly
They show my weakness.

I sit here
Here with my love
He kisses my wrist
And tells me for I am beautiful.

I sit here
I have expected my scars
They have nocturnal flowers growing from them
They thrive in the darkness of my past
Taking it all in.

I sit here
My flowers in full bloom
Happiness in my heart.

I sit here completely in love with myself.

Comments +

BRIAN & ANGELA November 30th, 2016 02:25
WELCOME BA ~ Thank you for a very confessional first poem ~ without th shedding of blood therre can be no remission. Self harm is self pleasuring and Lady Friends of mine say it releases all thier tension seeing their blood flow and tasting its goodness (our life is in our blood !) is worth the pain and the scars. We all love you a you love yourself. Thanks for sharing ~ every blessing ~ BRIAN
willyweed November 30th, 2016 07:19
swallowed by the darkness and re-born again in the candle light, glad to see you made it welcome. ww

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