The pain
The longing to feel it
The cold metal blade
Slice open your papery skin
The yearning
For the sting
The burning
To finally bleed
Will lure you in
Whoever said
It was a sin
To feel relief
And joy within
We just receive that
In a different manner
So why do they try
To stop us
From feeling
A little less dead inside
What are they
Trying to hide
Don't they want us
To feel alive
Or is it more important
That we survive
One more cut
That they won't find
We tell ourselves
That it's alright
We'll go to Heaven
And be just fine
They'll go to Hell
And they will die
'Cause in the end
We'll feel alive
With bloody scars
On our hips and thighs
Don't they want us
To feel alive
Or is it more important
That we survive
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Broken
PoetryPoetry is a way of expressing our most dark, twisted, confusing emotions that we feel no one understands. You are not alone in how you feel or what you are going through. These poems are written to help people realize that and feel less alone. WARN...
