Trigger Warning: Self-Harm
wipe the blade clean,
wipe it clean
before someone sees
keep it back,
back at your dad's desk
near the razor set
you felt nothing,
the cut was a desperate attempt
a sad, sad attempt
to feel something,
anything,
anything...
apart numbness
here you go,
feeding the monster
again
cutting deep,
deep enough to bleed,
to hurt
but not put an end to,
not end,
no, not yet.
why this? there are a 100 different ways to release the energy you feel stuck in, suck it tear a page, ramble & rant, burn it jog for miles, cough blood, breathe out hurt run your fingers, find yourself, wipe what's left count the lines, drain the wine, count the scars, drop the knife stitches heal, bleeding stops, continue... ***
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