I'm an addict.
Not with alcohol or drugs but,
With a razor,
With a knife.
When I cut, the skin around it puffs like red wine.
The blood beads up, perfectly in a crimson dotted line.
It tingles and burns at first.
A few tears escape but I don't give up.
My body is in pain, but my mind is at ease.
I look at my blade.
I smile.
I laugh.
I cry.
I sit there emotionless, blood pouring from my wrist.
Waiting until I no longer exist.
ANDA SEDANG MEMBACA
Just Breathe
PuisiJust Breathe is a collection of poems I have written over the years covering real-world issues such as depression, suicide and self harm. Read at your own expense. Make a cup of tea and let yourself feel. :)
