Carmine lines (self harm)

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TW: This poem contains self harm

She stands alone, isolated like a quivering tree in a barren land.
The blade, her only confidant.
She is a bird clipped of her wings.
Bound to earth, unable to fly, it is her only sense of solace.

The weight of the world burdens her shoulders,
And when she falters, the blade inflicts justice.

A part of her knows it's wrong, but then why does the notion draw her to it like a magnetic pull?
If it's wrong, then why does the pain feel comforting?
If it's wrong, why does it feel so right?

Carmine lines embedded in her skin,  
A rivulet of ruby bleeds out her pain.
They sting, they itch, they scar,
But the pain outside pales to the pain within.

Her despair, a twisted sanctuary,
Sharp edges that she clings to in search of solace.
Yet no amount of cuts can mirror the invisible scars etched deep within her heart.
                  

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