If you could describe the feeling of self harm in one word, what would it be?
Release.
That's all it is.
And what a frightening thing it is.
When you're so tense that your blood is stone,
And your heart is a stuttering metronome,
And your lungs are black and your skin is grey,
And you're sure that you'll soon fade away,
You reach for a tool to cut the wire
That squeezes your veins with a burning desire
To die.
But you'll be just fine
As long as you draw that crimson line
Of blood
And deep red warmth pours out,
And all the stress comes rushing out.
Panic, fear, the need to die
Has vanished in the blink of an eye.
Release.
But it always comes back in the end,
So be prepared to do it again and again.
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Red Addiction
Poetry"What's it like to live with a self harm addiction?" I hope you never find out. ************************** TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!! ************************** Note: All poems, oneshots, quotes, etc. are mine unless stated otherwise. If you take anythin...
