The steady plink, plink, plink
Of my blood dripping onto the floor
Allows me to realize
How right what I'm doing is
The steadiness and rhythmicity
Calm my chaosed brain
To the point where
The self-loathing and hateful thoughts begin to consume me
Then I realize,
This is what was always needed
What was always intended
These thoughts allow me to sink even further into myself
They also allow me to want the methodicalness to consume my brain once again
To put me on the high
Of self hate and insecurity
"Come on, how hard is it to slide the blade across one more time," my mind asks me?
I finally realize that it isn't hard
At all
And all of these thoughts and needs
Just allow me to do what's needed in order to hear that plink, plink, plink again
All of these mental wars waged
Just to start the cycle all over again
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Sad Poetry
PoëzieSad poetry created based on the things going on inside and around me.
