Trigger warning: Self harm, cutting
Now that it's been done before
It would be so easy....
You know how...
You could do more....
Anywhere you like, my dear,
I'll guide you.
Let me offer a reminder
Of what I can do for you
I don't want to listen to you
Oh..... but I really do...
I remember what you offer
I would love more...
I'm growing weary
I'M TIRED OF BEING STRONG
i just want to give in . . .
My darling, I know
You've had to be so terribly strong
Just be weak with me for a moment
Worry about it later
I'll let you control, if you like
There doesn't have to be so much damage
You can keep it small
I'll allow you to lead
I know you're lying
I know you're trying to persuade me
You'll seize any control I offer
And RUIN ME
. . . . . . . . .
However,
I want a bit of damage
I EARNED MY BATTLE SCARS
why can't they see them.......
C'mon, sweetie,
Together then.
It sounds like you've made up your mind
You deserve this.
Every. Last. Bit.
You deserve the pain
You deserve the release
You deserve the scars
You've earned it, my dear.
So how about it?
Let me guide your hand...
I may be at a bit of risk....
However, I am aware of this. I'm not looking for suggestions. I'm simply trying to use poetry to converse with my dark side and to offer her some recognition.