The Road to Recovery

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Stranded between relapse and recovery,

I have the knives and blades in front of me.

Instinct takes over and I reach for the scissors,

Tears are now flowing freely like rivers.

I turn off the lights and shut my eyes;

Part of me dies

As I dig the sharp blade into my thighs

And I sigh.

Relief washes over me, I fall hard against the door

I slash at my legs and my arms once more

The pamphlets and booklets that littered my floor

Are gone,

Along with my recovery hopes

That I would wean myself off this violent approach,

To kill off the voices inside my head,

But the road to recovery leaves me dead.

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