Poetry

My Way to Feel

I’m not a cutter

those leave scars

for everyone to see.

Everyone begins

to worry.

I use to be numb

to let the world

cave on me

to lose feeling,

emotion.

The only problem was

I had no feeling,

emotion.

I now use my nails

they hurt real bad.

They dig into my palm

leaving little red marks.

These marks leave soon after.

No one has a clue

of the pain I’m causing

so easily.

My nails make me feel.

Pain is at least something.

Something to feel

I’d rather feel pain

then nothing at all.

So when emotions

fight to be felt

and none of them win

pain is there

it’s my way to feel.

This poem is a little closer to hear... It's been my way of working for a while and I just wouldn't write it down. Now I have... nice to get that off my chest... kinda. Anyway photo on the side is just there to fit it. Enjoy