**I was really wanting to cut that night...I forget WHY but I took an hour writting this out so I'd get over the craving of the feel of the razor blade on my leg, the sting, then the water turning slightly pink.
The dark obese calls to me,
To the numbness that kept me “safe” for so long.
The numbness tries to pull me back,
Back into the loving painful arms of the blade.
The blade
tries to soothe my emotional pain,
With
physical pain that’s so easy to control.
Physical pain
(,) that let’s red life leak from my body,
Something I can control in my messed up life.
It’s a domino effect really.
I give in to the cold dark obese of numbness,
I go back to the painfully loving arms of the blade(,) to control something in my life.
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Poems for Everything (Part#1)
RandomThese poems are by me, I write them from my heart. It took a lot of convincing myself to put these on here for everyone to look at. So go ahead, judge me and comment whatever is on your mind. But let me tell you one thing: One day, you could have a...
