I didn't mean to, was just playing around
Like we normally do, a silent, hidden sound.
But when the knife went slice, it kind of felt nice,
A fleeting, sharp embrace, a chill of cold ice.
Wanted another slice, a strange, secret plea,
Making myself be an always mystery to those who surrounded me.
I just wanted to breathe, to feel what I need,
In the quiet, the dark, bleeding was my companion, indeed.
In the shadows, I sought something hard to explain,
Not pain, not release, but a break in the chain.
I just wanted to breathe, to escape, to be free,
In those moments of stillness, I found a strange peace with me.
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My Emotions & Feelings (poetry)
PoetryHello, I do not write to appease, I write as a venting method, Therapy per say.
