hello, i was just wondering, if people relate at all to my poem i wrote. this poem explains a lot of my feelings about cutting! just was curious what others think or have to say about it. take care <3
it happened again,
another intense dual with her own mind
back and forth saying to herself, â??last time...â??
she promises; cross her heart.
the first draw of blood allows her to breathe more focused
the mind games she has played today are screeching to a final score.
her only job now, is to get it done.
she knows the guilt and betrayal will follow.
yet sheâ??s not even bothered by it?
her brain isnâ??t thinking logically.
the only feeling she wants
is for the numbness to disappear.
more blood is trickling from her wrist.
she replays the phrases in her head to force herself to stop.
â??last timeâ?¦â?? â??last time.â??
she promises half heartedly.