AliveA Poem by SarahI promised myself never again. But promises don't really mean much to me. No matter what I tried, I couldn't stop the voices. The ones singing venomous melodies inside my head. Haunting me, Taunting me. Making a mockery out of my sad, little life. So I did the only thing I knew how to do. I clutched that knife and dug into my skin. One more scar added to the collection. One more memory stitched on my wrist. And I'll wake up tomorrow forgetting it ever happened. Forgetting all about this vicious night. I'll look in the mirror when I wake up, And see the blood stained into my skin. Another ugly scar that I cannot conceal. Another reminder of my pain. But right now, none of that matters. Because tonight, the tears finally came. And those tears mean I can feel once again. And as long as I can feel, I'm alive. Broken? Yes. But goddamn it, I'm still alive.
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