Wednesday, September 22

Poem #2

The hurt I feel~~raw and painful
only one thing to do to feel fine
the one thing to soothe~~alone and numb
can't find the right knife
nothing takes or lessens my pain
a big, deep gash doesn't last
flowing out~~big thick red drops
racing down my arm~~in a flash
until i clot~~& the bleeding stops
thats my only release
temporary~~ill need to cut again
take my mind away to think
im going to die of this pain
before you can stop and blink
nothing helps~~not even downing the bar-time drink
welcome to my world
watch out~~painful dark and a blur to outsiders

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