Memories swirl around me,
My visions hazy,
Tears pouring down my face,
As I let the metal slice my skin yet again.
They all assume I'm safer alone,
Safer when I'm in the room where everything happened,
Okay without their stares grinding into me for a few
Minutes.
But they're wrong.
I can't help but try to take the pain away,
To try to get it to stop suffocating me.
I feel as if I need it,
But its just an addiction I let take over me.
I know I need to stop,
To break my habit.
But how can I when all I will feel after is
Emptiness?
Physically abusing myself is all I have for comfort,
For pain,
To assure me that I'm real.
I can't leave it behind,
But I can't continue...
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A Reality Filled With Poems
PoetryNot really my best of works, but poems were never my thing. Read them if you please but be warned, they don't always flow properly or even make remote sense in my opinion.
