Waking up after no sleep, think shallow breathe deep
Feel the sand in my eyes as I blink, im too exhausted to cry too tired to think
What do I say on the potions and the pills?
Gagging on my finger to make myself ill
Blood creeping down my leg and trickling down my neck
Flooding in my head and drowning in sec
I keep playing with these scissors, theyre my only friends
The high soon sinks and my veins fray and bend
Denying my stomach mottled black and blue
How did I deserve this, I cant construe
Youll leave me youll break me but ill remember you
Wrapped in the voices and my daily dues
Suffocate on the shackles and chains ive made
Give me one reason to live, force my departure delayed
Dont love me, I deserve to only be betrayed
Pathetic, compulsive, disgusting ill flicker and fade
Carve me into your arm and lament
Empathys a bitch I dont need sentiment
Embrace my solitude and disdain me for life
Drink me dry of my pride, fill me up with my strife
Embed the bullet beneath my gangrene wounds
Shrapnel renders me braindead and confused
Traumatized and naked you see the scars marring my sides
Blistered and broken, internal bleeding my insides
Liver so swollen, skin so yellow
Pills and rum whisper a comforting hello
They say I look tired, they say I look sick
They say im too thin but my skulls too damn thick
Feeling so numb but id rather feel pain
So I choke and reach for my scissors again...
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Playing with Scissors
PoetryA brief poem relating to depression, self-harm, anxiety and eating disorders