Ever sat alone in your room?
Thinking about the what if's?
Ever thought what it's like to cut and scar your own skin?
Well I'll tell you what it's like:
It's like being left alone blindfolded in a bull ring with the bull charging at you and you don't know when it's gonna hit.(In the nicest way possible I put that). It's somewhat like that yet your not blindfolded and your willing the beast to come towards you, to crash straight into you and send your body flying across the arena.
To harm you...
Our life is our arena, our self-harming weapon is the bull, and finally...
We are the person begging for the bull to come straight at us.
That is what self-harming is like.
Sometimes self-harming is afflicted in different ways though. Like cutting yourself, burning your body, not eating, going insane.
Well, I say 'going insane' but the thing is is that I might have possibly lost my sanity a while ago, so it's up to you on how you take this chapter. But trust me, sometimes self-harming is like drowning or not knowing how to swim in shark-infested waters. Your gonna get hurt, even when you try to escape, it becomes comfort. Something that is potentially dangerous. Even though it seems fun and relief now... Try to stop whilst you can. Because quitting self-harming is harder than anything ever.
Why do you think I'm still so broken?
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Dark poems
PoetryALL THE POEMS in this book are CREATED BY ME! If you use them and claim them for your own then THAT WILL BE COPYRIGHT AND I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO SUE YOU INVOLVING AN ACT AGAINST THE LAW! But other than that please enjoy. :)
