the pain spreads to new parts of my body
boiling and burning
stinging and hurting
but I love how it feels
I love the cold feel of the blade
as it warms up my skin
with fresh cuts
and new memories
filling in the old one's places
with new lines and blood
I don't care
maybe it'll release the demons in my heart
I'll live on with my battle scars
but from an internal battle
one that nobody else can see
yet they prick and prod my skin
with insults like knives
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Poems by Me
PoetryA bunch of poems that I've done in the past. Trigger Warning!! Might be some graphic sections.
