Tonight
I almost gave in
And sliced into my skin
Yet again
But
I stopped
From causing
Blood
The color of rust
To soak
My thighs
As well
As tears
From my eyes
I held on
Even though
The pain
Was nearly
Suffocating
A little victory
That was for me
As I cried
Instead
Of slightly die
Inside
Of course
In a metaphorical
Way
I did die
But in a physical
Way
I held on
No chance
Of infection
Or slices
Of skin
To not heal
I look at my scars
And I trace them
With my finger
Proud
I didn't add more
Hopeful
This strength
Will stay.
And so today
I smile
And someone asks
Why?
And I reply
With a lie
Knowing
How big of a victory
In my mind
This lovely
Thing is
They wouldn't understand
And that's okay
Because
I understand
And I am proud
That I held my ground
A little secret
This victory
Is kept
So no worry
Is brought to the surface
And as I rest my eyes
Listening
To a song of hope
Instead of
Pain
Like any
Other day
I sleep
Peacefully
And I am glad
For once
YOU ARE READING
Sing Me To Sleep
RandomA book of poems, thoughts of mine, song lyrics, and quotes most of the poems are written by me. Not many are happy. But a few are. I do hope you'll take time to read them.
