The first slice was
startling
It felt like an all time high
I stare at my bleeding wrist in awe.
How had I not begun this earlier?
This pain that feels so heavenly?
I do it in secret,
this habit of mine.
The scars are dull,
but the pain is real
-more real than anything right now-
flowing like the blood that oozes from the
lacerations.
I take a deep breath and smile,
delicately zig0zagging my safety-pin across my skin.
My friends yell angrily,
but I drown out the sound.
For the opinion of a hypocrite
does not matter to me.
So leave me.
Leave me to my pins and my music.
Leave me to my all time high.
STAI LEGGENDO
Finger Trigger
PoesiaA book of poems mainly written about suicide and other depressing things