a call for help

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I hurt myself today To see if I still feel things I focus on the pain wondering about the pounding The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all make  the pain go  away But I remember everything Countless days i push it down holding back the tears that fall. is this all real or an illusion I went to die but you curse me with life i went to flea but i'm chained to this spot i really can't be me the only escape the cuts  i make i cry i scream but its only inside you see me smile but you don't see past my mask of lies i say i'm fine but is all a lie i went to die but you curse with life i went to cry but i hold back the pain i went to flea but i chained to this spot i scream i yell but no words come out my mask is breaking my heart is aching the only escape the cuts on my waist

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