Words, The Healer

Emotions

Run wild inside my mind

My tiny brain,

Suffering, Stranded.

Alone.

I see it, the light

It approaches

Soon, ever so soon

Growing closer.

But what? Light, it is not.

These words,

Spread across the page.

Letter by letter they bleed

They bleed with the blood

Of the broken, the damned.

Healing.

Always, healing.

Words spread across,

The wounds upon

My wrists.

My wrists, broken.

Years of torment, sorrow.

Agony, slowly trembling in the dark,

Dark corners of the mind.

Words spreading,

Spreading slowly.

Slowly healing.

My saviour.

Blood healing the wounds,

Words spilt from the blood.

The blood of the broken,

And the freshly awakened.