I cut myself,
Only to feel the pain,
As I love the sensation,
Through it which I gain.
I hide my scars,
Not out of shame,
But just to make sure,
They remain unseen.
I wish to stop this habit,
But my hand picks the blade,
Not even a minute later,
I find my arm turns into a red shade.
My life has worsened,
I do it to forget,
I cut deeper and deeper,
Without any regret.
I lose my consciousness,
As I hit the ground,
I have repeated it,
And now I don't hear any sound.
A few days later,
I wake up on a bed,
With tubes attached to me,
And a severe pounding in my head.
I let out a sigh,
As I realize, I have survived,
I look around to find people,
Whose eyes were emotionally deprived.
I had acted very insensitively,
As I tried again that shit,
Yes, it was suicide,
Which I tried to commit.
I know I should stop,
Cause it's hurting others too,
I need to become someone new,
But, how do I do?
By - Suzy
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The Voice Of An Injured Soul
Poetry"Poetry the best art to express your feelings whether they are positive or negative." Everyone encounters situations in their lives when they feel like their soul is shattered or drown in the depths of melancholy. So, here are some words that an in...
