The intensity and reality of surviving and getting through yet another long lonely night for a self inflicter.

Blood rushing, head pounding
Reality is I’m only drowning
Pulse quickens, hands shake
Yet again about to break
Wide eyes, gasp for air
Feel the skin begin to tear
Tears forming, blood dripping
Can’t stop the fear of slipping
Pain searing, strength leaving
My heart’s way of grieving
Eyes blink, tears stream
Each slice a silent scream
Wrists throb, head clears
Diminishing all my fears
Bloodshot eyes, bloody palms
Sit and relax as the body calms
Rinse the blood, wipe the eyes
Gaining strength on the inside
Pain temporarily gone, feeling alive
Another night that I survived

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