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I refuse to inflict pain,
But I simply want to feel.
I want the hurt to end,
But the pain comes back again.
There are healthy ways to deal,
I know.
But the temptation is so strong.
The blade is in my hand,
The pills are on the stand.
I still just want to feel.
I wish I could just cry sometimes,
But crying does no good.
When the tears are all no more,
All that’s left is a small weak girl.
God wills me to put it all down.
To pick up a pen,
And pick up some paper.
I write down my feelings,
In line and verse form.
It’s a healthy way to deal.
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MusicalMichaela
So this is my entry into the Why I Write slam, but I have another poem titled "Why I Write". I feel like this captures more of the emotion than the other. I use poetry, and writing in general, to process my emotions from a bad day. It's a healthy way to deal with my depression. I've never actually cut or attempted suicide, but I've had a knife in my hand, ready to cut. I've very seriously thought about suicide. Not many people know that about me. But I want to get the word out that there are healthier ways to deal with everything a person may or may not be going through.