4/1/21
Destruction
It's hidden
It's scratching the inside of your wrist until it's rubbed raw
Because without the pain you'd loose the fragile tethers you have on this earth
It's not eating
The pain of hunger an addiction
It's picking at a cut, reopening that wound to more damage
Because later you want to see the scar
It's getting angry and punching your thighs so hard your bones ache
The pain a reminder of all the parts of yourself you hate
It's hidden
It's addictive
It sinks its claws into you
Pulling you down until all you know is it
It's hidden
It's your downfall
It's destruction
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Thoughts Collected
PoetryA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.
