Self Inflicted
The blade glistens in the light
Hope being reflected to every corner of her dark mind
The pain is ignored as blood seeps from the freshly cut wounds
The scars mar the once perfect milky white skin
The never ending screaming inside her head encourages he self mutilation
She guides the silver blade deeper into her crimson stained body
Hacked apart and torn inside, she smiles
Being in control of your own pain is exhilarating
Nothing is fake
The smile upon her face is real, the blood assaulting her senses is real, and the pain she is cocooned in is real
Sometimes hurting yourself is the only to feel real
Faking emotions for so long can destroy your understanding of reality
The blood flows like a ribbon, spilling out onto the bathroom floor
She could've been stopped
Someone could've noticed
No one helped
What was once a happy girl, is now smiling at the 'perfect' carved into her stomach
Dying from perfect, how ironic.
YOU ARE READING
Confessions Of An Insomniac
PoesíaMidnight; the clock ticks, the wind howls, the house creaks and my fear escalates. The noise's are infuriating and sleep wont claim me, all i can do is think. These are my poems; My deepest, darkest thoughts ♥
