Mangled wrists Open wounds Cuts so deep they reach my heart Slice my soul Blood drops Painfully soothing Need some more So everytime I feel like this Mangled wrists Open wounds Cuts so deep they reach my heart Pierce my soul Is this normal? I don't know the word Is this wrong? How can it be, when it feels so right Blood drops Painfully helpful Need some more Has this become an addiction How do I stop when it has become my only refuge I really still want to die But I promised not to So now everytime I feel this way Mangled wrists Open wounds Cuts so deep they reach my heart Slice my soul
Reason for writing:
This poem was written recently. And I guess I wrote it to kind of sum up the way I feel sometimes, cause it's hard for me to put it in words. And this is the only way that I know how.
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