There are so many more ways people can harm themselves other than cutting, and they don't get enough recognition.
I'm stuck between trying to live my life and trying to run away from it
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It bites against my skin
Its ragged edges clawing at my arms
Its jagged edges scratching at my thighs
The promise of a crimson saviour.
It whispers reassuring words
It sings a lullaby
It breaks me apart
By pulling me back together
Oh, the pain feels so lovely
He nips hungrily at my arms
his scorching touch blackening my flesh
He tastes my ankles
savouring gently the spectrum of colors
From soft pink
to roaring red
to sickening white
to abysmal black
But I don't pull away from his scarring grip, because
Oh, the pain feels so lovely
She caresses my scalp
Her curious fingernails prodding at the pale skin.
She collides with the enemy
She attacks it, as it is the one thing keeping my sobs away
And so the wall fights back
Pushing away the tender skin of her knuckles.
She leaves marks on my body
The purple, fading scars promising to come back and
oh, the pain feels so lovely
And so I stand before a mirror
My tattered reflection blinking back at me
And I look at the damage we have made.
My arms and thighs are split and bloody
My ankles are burnt raw
My scalp is patchy and pink
My hand is raw and cracked.
And so I gaze at my self
And I look at the damage we have made
And a soft smile caressed my lips
Because I'm finally feeling better
because the pain made me feel oh so lovely.
