The want to hurt myself
To appease the anger in my soul
The lust for the blade
To feel the blood deep out
The scattered wounds across my body
To account for my sins
The blood dripping onto the floor
To make my punishment known
The sounds of voices
To drag you in farther
The cuts get deeper
To kill the monster within
The screaming becomes louder
To tell you it's alright
The blade drops to the floor
The monster has fled
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I Survived
PoetryDepression Sadness Anger Hope Peace Love Acceptance The journey inside the mind of a mentally ill teenager who almost gave in, but saved herself in the midst of torment, and came out a woman who had survived
