Warning: Â This is a poem about self harm. It is an addiction that needs to be stopped. This is in no way to promote self harm. This is a work of creativity and the evil is let to trail only on the mere aspect of it.It is in no way taking control ,as the title suggests.
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"A cut. Ouch!" Â The me of four; Â
 "Will it hurt?"The me before.
"Never again.Just die" I swore,
When with blade,my arm I pore.Â
My thighs and arms,Work of art,
Not caring if it harms, and it isn't smart.
My bravery! My artistry!,
"No, this is slavery."
The voice of reason, meeker as ever.
And I overpower, No longer a fighter .
Slash, cleft, burn - The pain still don't distract.
But I laugh, as life, I detract.
When issues of mind is off hands,
Why not take some pain to my plans.
For a change, I be the master.
For a second, I choose whether it's a disaster.
Ecstatic, but sick! Is it control?
No! Just an addiction, another thing out of role.
"Change!"I scream. "Don't cut, but smile."
And I smiled a wicked one, this is how it's been a while.
Raw blood, skin, an addiction just like dope.
A frenzy to compensate the lack of hope.
And the enemy blade, the one that ached
Now a close friend , a bad bad friend !!
I need to stop,"Restrain! Take control!"
That's all this was about. But then I let it troll!
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 Some situations in life may force us to do it,I understand the feeling completely. It is possible to restrain from it even if life screws you over . The only fact we need to understand is that ,we are only helping life to screw us more by harming ourselves.  Â
I dedicate the poem to all those who have ever taken that blade and thought of cutting yourself.
Kudos to all those who restrained the temptation and a salute to all those who finally took control and got over the addiction. If you fall into the 3rd ,4th and 5th category. 3rd- the addict who cannot get over it. Prayers ! I hope you do stop, the scars never go.4th-the non addict self harmers-Please restrain when you can easily. It is a request. And 5th- the ones with the blade about to cut with a decision pending.Please don't, your life is too precious.There is someone out there looking out for you. And please consider me a friend, one of you, who wish my legacy won't recur.
That is a long Author's note.Â
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Khamoshiyaan
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