TRIGGER WARNING: this is a poem about self harm.
These long torturous nights, you seem to be the only thing I can think of,
Out of the blue, I need you
Tracing you across this physical barrier, I see a red hue.
The rush of ecstasy and electricity pulsing through me is all it takes for it to fade,
Numbness and darkness accompany your soft cold touch,
Gushing out in tiny spurts, you caress me,
I feel great.
You were my bait.
Luring me into this never ending spiral of self-hate,
Looking down, I see nothing but bleeding lines.
Your comforting embrace is a lie.
But it warms my blood and keeps me alive before I die.
Just like glue, you fix me
You fill me with glee.
All these sleepless nights, I pine for you
Looking for something to hold on to
Something real, something true.
Finding nothing, in sheer desperation,
I come running back to you,
In hopes of a proclamation.
You are nothing but a liar.
Bleeding lines.
