I found that darkness within,
That which kept me awake,
And would lead me into a spin.
Found under blades,
On mellow nights.
As the sun fades
The shadow appears.
Bringing all my sorrows,
All my worries and fears.
The knife would cure
The overwhelming feelings,
All which I saw impure.
Blood would run dry,
Leaving me scarred.
Yet, I would still cry.
That shadow is gone,
Though there are many more.
I am no longer a pawn.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
I found that darkness within,
That which kept me awake,
And would lead me into a spin.
Found under blades,
On mellow nights.
As the sun fades
The shadow appears.
Bringing all my sorrows,
All my worries and fears.
The knife would cure
The overwhelming feelings,
All which I saw impure.
Blood would run dry,
Leaving me scarred.
Yet, I would still cry.
That shadow is gone,
Though there are many more.
I am no longer a pawn.
Speaks for itself. I battle with self-harm, I have been winning for a while but that's not to say the thought doesn't creep up. But I find myself under a blade less & less as time has gone.
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