The Urge

hello my friend we meet again 

I have kept you hidden all these years

now the time has come to give in 

today the urge is stronger than ever 

holding you in my hand brings back memories 

of when we were never without one another 

at last my arm is complete again I say

looking at you glistening in the light 

its too bad you are used for destruction 

on one shoulder is the devil whispering do it 

on the other there is nothing 

no angel, no voice of reason, just emptiness

as the skin slices looking the grand canyon 

blood runs down my arm like a river 

the sink red with precious rubies 

as I stare and watch the bloodbath 

I ask myself why of why do I do this 

maybe its to control the a pain for a brief moment 

or its because I need to feel something 

something to make sure  I am still alive 

god how I missed this feeling of adrenaline 

letting my scars visible for all to see 

bragging about every last one 

today I gave in once again 

to something that is to vile yet beautiful 

tomorrow I might to do same 

and give in to the overwhelming urge 

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[Words of Wisdumb]

Without a doubt your struggles are obvious through your writing. I hope through your writing at least some of your pain is released; and that others may find your writing and no they are not alone.

[John the Baptist]

If only Jack the Ripper had been just a self mutilator.