Cut To Live - A Poem Anthology

Recovery With A Draw Full Of Knives

Stood beside a draw full of knives,

All alcohol hidden,

My mind is screaming,

My demons arisen,

Clutching my sides,

Like I'm about to fall apart,

Nails digging in,

Trying not to start,

Hyperventilation,

Maybe I'll choke on my pain,

Try to keep quiet,

Suppressing the bane,

Help,

I silently shout,

Everyone's asleep,

Nowhere to reach out,

Alone,

That's the reality,

My worse fear,

I'm losing my sanity,

I reach out for the bottle,

It's taken - hidden away,

Now what choice do I have,

Why would they leave me this way,

My only way of coping,

My numbing device,

It makes so ill,

But that's a small price,

Now it's gone, vanished,

Hidden from sight,

But it's still in my mind,

I can't sleep at night,

Now it's just me,

And a draw full of knives,

With nothing to numb me,

What will I decide?

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A/N: I decided against the knives btw, (maybe I'm mad or something) as much as it kills me, I did this instead. Thanks for reading, please do the usual, comments welcome.