Poem about the life of a self inflicter – their side.

Take the blade, cut me up inside
It’s bliss compared to all the lies
Slowly piercing and ripping the skin
This is exactly what I’ve been
A state of chaos and hate
No return for hope for it’s too late
Tear the skin holding me together
the bruises and tears I want to severe
Lie them close together and drive them in deep
Make the blood pour, don’t let it seep
Every drop of blood making up for every tear cried
Every burning cut bringing the pain alive
I’ve grown to love the pain
It’s become a part of my name
Tearing me apart like rubbing salt in a wound
But it sews me back together just like I’d assumed
I find it amusing how no one seems to know
Just how this world destroys me so
I can’t seem to tell the blades goodbye
How could I when these tears still won’t dry?
Over time bruises can begin to fade
But the pain behind them stays
Just how a bleeding wound can heal
But the cause behind them is still so real
Because through my eyes it’s not defeat
Self-infliction just never felt so sweet

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  • WillowWicca on Feb 9, 2010

    I thought that was great!……I can relate to the subject very much so.

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