Smoke Colored Bench

agony

Agony

Is a swirling pit of despair to some

For others it's a release

A flip switched

A moment of pure catharsis

As all their emotions slip down their wrists

And into the bathroom sink

Agony

Is beautiful

It's the fine line between sanity and insanity

It keeps us in check

It keeps us picking up the razor

Every day

It keeps us moving

Everyday

It is our release

Our safe haven

Our anchor to reality

It is the moon to our ravaging tides

Agony

Is the calm in the middle of the hurricane inside of us

Inside of me

It creates the eye

And the eye is what fuels me

To get up every morning

To know that my lucky charm will still be there when I come home

To know that it will always be there for me

When no one else is

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▼ M E A N I N G ▼

This poem is about someone who cuts themselves as a release. They cut themselves because they find comfort in their pain.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Hopefully I will post again soon. 

Vommet :))

➳ Leah Skye