Why does it feel
that Mr. sharp
is the only one
that loves me?
Why is he
the only one
that is able
to make me forget?
the only one that
makes me feel like
i matter?
do i really?
why does it
feel so
good
when my skin
rips open?
Why do
I crave to feel the
pain that he
leaves behind?
I know.
because its the
only thing
reminding me
I’m still alive.
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That’s a great poem. Really felt it, I’m not even fond of cutting. Has an eerie vibe too. Nice.
not a good advise but you should try it. i love the feeling it leaves after. When you see all the blood… its amazing!
Yeah I’ve experimented, so I kind of understand, but not fully. Just ended up not being my cup of tea.
well, hope you find that “cup of tea”.
Yeah, I got a few cups of tea, they’re just fucked right now
would it be too personal if i asked what those are?
Nope, I posted it all yesterday. I play guitar. I’ll play until my fingers bleed. Then I’ll play some more. My current wife destroyed my amp. I also write stories and poetry, quite a bit on here. I draw shirty pictures.
if you ever feel like answering me kik me: camarillo_07
Sorry don’t have kik.
It morbidly fasinating to watch the blood drip from yourskin, the metal taste it leave on your tounge and the sweet stings that reminds you your body is a physical state, which the numb blank can’t feel.
I don’t cut. But that’s only because I don’t want the scars. I’m sure the pain would be fucking exquisite though.
I used to choke myself and whip myself with a chain. Posts like this remind me of how much I miss my chain. I never did it to feel alive. I always either did it to punish myself or to relieve tension.
They say choking kills brain cells, though. So I really want to stop. Even though it’s the only thing I know how to do to help me cope with shame and guilt. Thankfully, I’m gradually weaning myself off of it.