Trigger Warning: Self-harm
I used to make fun of the people that would self-harm
cowards, I'd call them for using pain as a distraction from the real world
The night filled my room as the light from my screen gave me a hug
Out of the silence came a rumbling from my stomach begging me to bring it to silence
I stood up from my heavy computer chair as I took steps into the dark
The toaster glowed to life as I placed two slices of bread into it
The heat coming from the toaster gave me warmth
The toaster exploded out as I held my hand out to grab it
The heat from the metal seared my skin
I grunted in pain as I felt the stinging pain all over my finger
My sandwich was made
And my body was back on my chair
The feeling of dread filled my body
The computers warm embrace did nothing to quell my fear
The dark overtook me as I lost focus in fear
out of the dark a shrill of pain shot
My finger twitched as the stinging pain emanated from my finger
The dread was gone
Only the stinging remained
The screen became readable
And the light held me again
I used to make fun of people that would self-harm
Now I understand why they do it
Now I understand
YOU ARE READING
A Burn On My Finger
PoetryI'm not sure how to write poems. So these are just words on paper. Don't hate this is just my own thoughts. I may come off and rude and cruel but I'm not as bad as I think I am.
