Withdrawal,
I'm withdrawing
I call as I'm falling,
The memories they blind me
As the pain, it reminds me
Of relief,
A release that feeds the beast
Gives me no peace
But puts my mind to ease.
I need it.
Crimson liquid flowing
As my fear is growing
Another scar another day
Come on, wipe my tears away
All my friends,
Hear them by name,
Ana, cut, burn, hit, and choking are to blame.
But out of all of them,
The one I need
Cut has stayed so close to me.
Five long hears
living with the blade
Has created a longing
that just won't fade
So as i try to resist temptation
I feel so lost
It's so hard to face this.
It's pulling at my soul,
Never letting go
Anxiety is at its highest
While my soul tries to fight this
Sweet release
You long to please,
Take away this cold disease,
Hold me tight don't let me go
Bleed crimson red on pure white snow
The blade I seek
hides beneath Running waters
And so I turn and walk
straight towards the slaughter
But I turn around and walk away,
I MUST get through another day..
The day has passed and I feel so weak,
Can hardly breathe
don't want to speak
Panic sets in not sure what to do
Sweet Crimson release, where are you?!
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Mes Poemes
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. I usually only write poetry when I'M feeling down so most of these will probably be very depressing but I hope you enjoy them anyways. Thanks. :) (WARNING: Some may be triggering)
