I love the warmth
that seeps through my body
when I press you close to me
its like I'm disembodied.
I yearn for your touch
that causes me pain
a release from reality
I can no longer contain,
I often wonder
why & how do you please me so?
your the worst best thing for me
how to give you up? I have no clue.
I'm completely convinced
there is only one way to set you free
I'm afraid there is no happy ending
you shall be the death of me.
Cause I'm addicted to your pain
your shimmy outer surface
your just so sharp headed
your cutting edge I embrace
I no longer feel
this is my life
I'm addicted to the knife.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Instead Of Suicide
شِعرima kinda what people call "A pain finder" & I'm trying to break myself from the habit. So I have been writing these poems instead of self harming so much. welp, hope you like them.
