Sometimes my wrists ache to be cut
My body begs me to give it the feelings it craves
I am not allowed to explore that part of myself
I am not allowed to scratch up my skin
My body is screaming now
I can not keep it at bay much longer
I can not control myself
I will slip up
I will bruise my own skull
It will be beautiful
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
Sometimes my wrists ache to be cut
My body begs me to give it the feelings it craves
I am not allowed to explore that part of myself
I am not allowed to scratch up my skin
My body is screaming now
I can not keep it at bay much longer
I can not control myself
I will slip up
I will bruise my own skull
It will be beautiful