To Feel Life Again

Spilling my thoughts as I contemplate relapsing in cutting myself.

voices that grow louder

like a clutter of lost thoughts and

forgotten memories

begging for the breaking of a broken heart

how long it’s been since the blade hit my skin

slicing me open

and pouring myself onto the floor

pooling with the dripping blood

the red stained white tiles like artwork to my eyes

the sharp pain like a shot of adrenaline

shooting myself up with precious life

so I might continue breathing

slowing poisoning my own mind, uncaring

tempting myself with beautiful lies and

these thoughts that I can never escape

desperation easily washes over and claims control

tears flowing from empty eyes

the world just a meaningless void

dull heart beats prove nothing

can you truly be alive if you’re dead inside?

air can fill these lungs as blood can spill down these arms

but as always, nothing remains

just a hollow shell disguised as a person

cold and sharp as the blade contacts flesh

how painful, yet beautiful

to feel life once again

Author's Note

Just venting about wanting to cut myself. Dangerous addiction, my friends.

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