I guess you can say I'm okay even though I'm not
I do horrible things to myself things I would never dare to tell people who love me
when I'm so hurt I go to my blade, and I slowly press it against my skin and let it bite deeper and deeper
until I feel the satisfaction
and then I go straight to bed and wake up the next day with a bright smile in my face
I'm addicted to seeing the bright red blood drip down my arm
and I'm to broken for anyone help.
The Past Me
- Author: Katy Alvarez ( Offline)
- Published: July 12th, 2017 23:16
- Category: Sad
- Views: 21
Comments2
Katy, I do hope the title is accurate!
Good writing, I could feel the emotion, but also the hurt and the cry for help.
THANKS KATY ~ Without the Shedding of Blood there can be no remission from pain. This is the MANTRA I hear from many self~harmers ~ The release justifies the Danger ! There are so so many things we inflict on ourselves because of the ecstasy that follows the agony. I council a lot of Young People (aged 16 -25) and I know theses things do pass ! Thinking of you KATY and praying that all these things really are in the past ~ AMEN Hugs ~ BRIAN Please check my Poem ~ Thanks B
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