Never once has a blade met my skin,
Never once has a flame burnt my flesh,
And yet through my fearing mess,
I want to mutilate myself and destroy the rest.
My brain won't stop, it won't turn off,
Jealousy swarms, the fear is burning,
Afraid to lose what I have left,
I want to hurt myself, the soul in depth.
I will never allow a blade to meet my skin,
But the feeling is there and visuals are clear,
Scared of loneliness becoming my best friend,
It's like the flesh wants to come to an end.
To mutilate myself, an absent mind,
To humiliate my honor and burn it all,
Fear shreds me, the way it wants to shred my skin,
It has me in pain, the belly, the outside within.
I don't know how to stop it, the images are there,
The tearing of my flesh, the want for air,
Scared and in fear for all those nearby,
For I might lose, and say good-bye.
No, not to myself, but to the love I have,
Scared to lose all that surrounds me,
And no metal, no blade will ever meet my skin,
But it still scares me, the feelings within.
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