The knife-edge glimmers
With a promise of release
From pain, passion, love-unrequited,
I know how it feels;
Cold blade slicing hot skin,
Warm rush of blood, endorphins kick in,
And I yearn for that bitter-sweet relief,
Just for a few moments
Before the guilt and fear begin,
And I rush-struggle-shake
As I hold a clean towel against
The mess I've made,
White cotton will never be the same.
Just another scar on my forearm,
Another garment stained,
Just another reason to hurt myself again.
As much as the knife beckons me,
Teasing, taunting, flirting,
As I press the steel against my skin,
I know no good can come from our
Destructive relationship,
So I resist the urge to slice,
To plunge the blade deep inside,
And return the knife to the block,
The kitchen counter,
For a while.
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That a very powerful write my sweet...my cousin self harmed and it was just awful...really good piece ππππ
@RichWithey yeah it was never about actual suicide with me either, more just to relieve pain and feel...something. So many people go through it, you don't realise how many until you go through it yourself and then you notice the scars on others forearms and you know. I did it for a couple of years and no one ever noticed...π being a teenager sucked sooo bad, and I was the only goth at my school!
@Irrational_Kimmi my cousin did in fact try to kill himself the last time and ended up In hospital...he's doing much better tho...a lot was to do with depression and an ex girlfriend...my best mate also self harmed...but not for very long thankfully...πππ
Oh know what it feels like to be the only pale one wearing black in school. I was the arty farty odd one out. πΉ
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