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The urge to cut grows stronger by the minute. I don't think I can do this, and that makes me pathetic. My mind searches for other methods to punish myself. If I can't bleed; I'll starve myself, and replace my meals with iced latte's or eat so much that it hurts to breath and walk. My hands start to shake as I lock them together. "Don't do it." I ignore the voice, and raid my moms bathroom looking for a razor. "Aha!" I found one. It's old and rusty but she'll get the job done. I take a long pause; I am 24 days clean. The hesitation lasts a lifetime, but I set the razor down. That was one more day. One more day that I didn't fall for the urge. Will the fight always be this hard. I guess I'll wait and find out.
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Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC
fighting urges
The urge to cut grows stronger by the minute. I don't think I can do this, and that makes me pathetic. My mind searches for other methods to punish myself. If I can't bleed; I'll starve myself, and replace my meals with iced latte's or eat so much that it hurts to breath and walk. My hands start to shake as I lock them together. "Don't do it." I ignore the voice, and raid my moms bathroom looking for a razor. "Aha!" I found one. It's old and rusty but she'll get the job done. I take a long pause; I am 24 days clean. The hesitation lasts a lifetime, but I set the razor down. That was one more day. One more day that I didn't fall for the urge. Will the fight always be this hard. I guess I'll wait and find out.
Fighting the urge is painfully hard.
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22/Non-binary
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC
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