It pours down like a glossy, forbidden rain, can someone tell me why it makes me feel like I can breathe again?
It runs thick, slow, and heavy, the way that trees weep their sap, can someone tell me why this is the only way I know how to feel sad?
It's the only way I know how to be me, the only way I know how to keep my brain in my body.
Some people might say that that makes me crazy, but the truth is the only way I stay sane is by bleeding.
When you're in my environment you can't do much screaming, there's no other way for me to release the pressure that I'm feeling.
It's funny to me that all I need is a release, but my eyes won't produce tears so something else runs in streams.
There's just something about the pain, and all the dopamine I know I can gain.
It's that neverending cycle of pain, relief, and shame, that keeps dragging me back to it time and time again.
There are so many times that I feel like I need to scream, and maybe one day I will and I'll be redeemed, but I can't right now and that leaves me with one thing.
Why do I always leave myself bleeding?
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Evolution Of Everything
PoezieA collection of poems, spoken word, and verbal processing. It's mostly here as a reminder for me of where I was and where I am, so that I never forget. Some of them are silly and fun, but most of them are deeply personal accounts of some of my harde...
