**implications of gore and thoughts of self harm**
my mind is a storm, thoughts i can't evade,
they swirl and they crash, they never fade,
i want to rip my scalp off, escape this parade,
to cut into my skin, find a silence made.
i crave the release of tearing my hair,
to end the chaos that echoes within,
to shred my ears, to rid the despair,
anything to hush this relentless din.
i see myself against a burning brick wall,
to feel the sear, to drown the pain,
to jump into fire, to end it all,
to sleep in the flames, to break this chain.
i dream of lying on burning coals,
to feel the heat, to scorch my soul,
to light my arms, to pay the toll,
to silence the thoughts that take their toll.
glass beckons, a sharp, cold embrace,
to bleed out the torment, to find some peace,
to see blood running, to slow my pace,
to find a moment's quiet, a brief release.
but in the end, the thoughts remain,
a ceaseless tide of endless pain,
i'm trapped in this mind's cruel refrain,
a prisoner to my own twisted brain.
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