The blood on my hands is a reminder that this pain is still real, as i cry myself to sleep, I'm unable to heal.
As i run from the truth of my happiness turns to fear, and the world i used to know ,quickly becomes unclear.
I sink into the ocean as the moon starts to frown and my smile is gone along with the crowd i sit there alone in the room i am sad and as i pull out the knife i quickly go mad.
suddenly I'm a cutter in the gutter with no friends.
If you begin to self harm the addiction won't end.
deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole. if my name was Alice would I be able to make it home?
Surrender to the razor blade as it cuts through virgin skin a scar is made to show the world your horrific sin.
Mending these wounds is no easy task. is pain an addiction, that's for you to decide but might I suggest you don't go down the path that ends often in suicide.
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pain addict
Poetrybasically this is just about cutting or any other self harm. and showing that people shouldn't do it but it's also there choice
