Why is this so alluring?
The sting of a blades sharp edge?
Aren’t most people afraid of the pain
The cut sends to their head?
Why am I so different?
why can’t I stay away?
Why is it that I find my self slipping
The blade cross my arm everyday?
Is it because I’m broken and that I need to be repaired?
Is it because I’m lost, alone, depressed and scared?
Is it because the chemicals in my head aren’t set
Or because my life has sucked downright
Or maybe because I’ve seen no light for many years all passed?
Regardless, I slide this blade across my skin
In hopes of feeling pain again
For pain is at least something to feel
When every day feels unreal
And no emotion flows through me
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You have to stop to heal. So many people go through the same thing you are. It’s okay to ask for help. Get counseling call the number listed on the site. You are not alone
You have so much potential and talent. Your poem is lovely