Stained (2011- poem)

During the darkest part of a very dark session of my life

My wrists are stained red

I sit in candlelit shadows

Shame and sorrow stream down my face

In rivers as it hits my neck

Blood red infested waters

Full of broken memories

In my own glory

In stripped misery

Increasing shadows

Bloody veins

You see me in my truth

Innocent eyes have be seen my lies

Whisper to me in silence

Take away my freedom

Drag me through is kerosene lights

Through dripping caves of devils spirit

We are enemies by name

Foreseen by truth.

 

Author's Note

self harm is an addiction, not just something people do because they're "weak".