The Help of Myself

this is a poem about struggling with the urge to cut.

The scars itch, I am trying to fight the urge.
I often think instead of cutting, why not purge?
The itch is more intense now and won't go away, I do my best to stay busy like they say.
I have to do it one last time, just a quick release,  those are the sick thoughts of my mind.
I see the blood leaking out of my skin, I can't help but grin.
I sit and watch it for a few moments, and suddenly I feel normal.
One day I will seek help, the help of myself.

Reviews

[samparks,sam]

nice feeling I like dear good keep it continue

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

I so much appreciate the content of the poem. Well done. Why rating it mature. You need people to fome and read. More friends.