I fear a relapse coming,
the Euphoria it brings is tentalizing
just one cut, but will it be enough?
All day i fantasize and all night i dream
i know what i need to do to get my release
I find my blade and pierce the skin
crimson flows from me with relief
short lived... its not enough!
More and more i fail
my arm is sore, cuts are deep
driping my dread away
the feeling escaping me
One last try to reach it
the scrubbing and burning must begin
the feeling is orgasmic, i cant get enough
but too soon the feeling is gone.
Leaving for now but i will be back
waiting for my return to blissfullness
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Relapse and Relief
Teen FictionThis is the first poem i have written, and the title is self explanatory. I wanted to say that Self-Harm is not a joke. Dont judge and get informed.
