I am done with life
I don’t want to coexist with it
I feel like I am hanging eleven foot off the ground
Like I am choking on the air I breathe
On the course I wander
Feelings of hate and pain flood my body like a proceeding virus
I feel weak
I know that death wishes are just over acting
They fade away but I still feel
Feel the harsh stinging pain of my heart melting
I cry
Tears flood down the pallor of my face
It drops like candy drops, heavily splattering in wet transparent blurs
But still crying doesn’t let the pain out
It doesn’t make me feel safe
It doesn’t bring the one who gave birth to me
The one I burnt alive
The one who told me not to mess with fire
Did I listen?
No and what happened?
She burned
The blade crosses my skin
I am deep in thought
The pain leaks through the open wound
I feel my soul escaping
I know why I am cutting
It’s not the first time
And not the last.
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The Abuse Poems
PoetryA few poems which I made about abuse and self harm, which when I get time will grow from the one I have: The Blade