This is a poem about SH/SI. I am addicted to this as it has become an outlet for me to express many, many emotions, the need to feel I have control of something in my life, to punish myself…If you reading this are easily triggered please stop now or get someone to be with you to keep you safe.
Instant gratification
Feel the pressure leave me now
Pain-filled memories
Is it possible I am to blame somehow
Tainted
Nightmares
Veiled in a wall of black
Hiding underneath a river of tears
Silent screams
Walking my boulevard of forgotten dreams
Defiled…stigmatized
My exhistence…so uninteresting
Diseased
Self sacrifice
Skin splitting like the cracks in the pavement
Blood flowing like tiny rivers; self-sufficed
Silver steel glints
Red-hot ash
Bubbling cauldrens of pain
Forgetting my shattered past
Starvation
Gorging into sickness
Mr. Torture is my name
Taking me to eventual blackness
Alone in the dark
Solitude in my dispair
Broken, bruised, bloodied
Damaged beyond repair
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