Self harm

January 27, 2016

I can afford to be gracious

Now that blood is dripping

Down my arms

Washing away the time

Between this world

And the next

And I float

On a sea of endorphins

Mother Nature’s painkillers

No longer drowning

In the depths of my mind

Under sorrow

Under stress

Under obligation

I can smile now

And laugh for the audience

White cotton cloths

Slowly seeping red

Until I am alone again

And they are removed

Dams burst wide open

Pouring rivers of salt

Washing away dust

And filth and pain

And I can see clearly

That this…

Was a horrible mistake.

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