Watching myself seep through my skin
I see myself unraveling at the ends
sadistic nurturing a crimson sin.
It helps me heal
and helps me deal
and sometimes just lets me know I'm real.
Do you know how it feels??
To feel so dead??
To have so many things go unsaid??
So you lock 'em away
even hide it from yourself
until you feel the silver sliding
and the blood seeping.
It makes you feel so real
because you can tell
it everything without
even speaking.
It doesnt judge you
or look at you funny.
It doesnt tell you that your pathetic
It only heals you
and gives you comfort
but I guess thats
something you cant understand.














Comments
good poetry.. but the rhyming breaks and is jittery.. is that the effect you aimed at creating?
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The slits
The cuts
The scars
The pain
the rubber bands
duct tape
and band-aids
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