Down in lines across the veins
It runs, drips and drains
Singing songs of total despair
the feeling one cannot compare
Euphoria down deep to the bone
drops drying in a new tone
Writing words at time with fright
a crimson flow my greatest delight
Letting out my fears
this has gone on without tears
Often scars happen at night
in day realize i’m not alright
Initiating relief slowly getting harder
life alone worse than a martyr
Pools of water stained with red
i’m alive, i never wanted to do what i did
I may be because i’ve already died
or it might be i’m Broken Inside
The more painful scars are the invisible ones.
2 comments
This is beautiful, I wish I could write like this.
This picture is extremely triggering to those that do cut themselves, I know you wish to express yourself but have a thought for others going through similar struggles.