*****TRIGGER WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM*****
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As I lock the door, my blade screams at me
As I grab grab the container I hid it in, it whispers of the pain it will cause me
As I pull it out of its case, I can almost feel the pain
As I lift it up to my now scarred over wrist, I feel the adrenaline igniting me
As I contemplate on whether I should do it or not, the blade speaks up for me
So I drag it into my skin, the silvery sharp sensation fueling my action
So I continue
How ironic that the very thing that can make you dead in a matter of seconds,
Is the same thing that makes me feel so alive
The thing that causes me so much pain,
Is also the only thing I have left
As the memories and harsh words bubble their way to the surface,
So does the blood,
Which pools out faster and faster as I cut in deeper
The warm, scarlet liquid splatters against the tile flooring
And my life line is now going to be the death of me
Soon I'll be lifeless
I didn't mean for it to go this far
A few cuts at most
But when I look down, there are more than a few
And the angry red color that seeps out is not the one I'm used to
I decide one more can't hurt
But it can, and it did
My life line, my lifesaver, the only reason I have continued,
Will now be the reason that I can't
So when I drop to the floor, I know it's over
And I'm done playing it's little game
It's terrifying game of addiction
It's terrifying game of truth or dare,
Has deadly consequences
As the blood comes out, more than what should be possible
I feel as though it's drowning me
But I'm alright with that
As long as I don't have to play it's games any longer
I'm tired of holding on longer, just to cause myself even more pain
The blade is controlling
It has taken over my entire life
Every thought
Every memory
Every action
It's my life line
The only thing I can hold on to
So as I slip in a ragged breath,
My life line slips out of my hand,
And slices into me one final time...
So now I'm lifeless
No longer in need of a life line
I breathe in one final time
And I'm gone
YOU ARE READING
Poems About the Shattered and Broken
PoetryThis isn't an actual story. It's just a series of poems I put into a book. This book is dedicated to all the people who feel like they have lost all hope. Who feel broken and shattered. Who think they have nothing left to live for. May you find hope...
