As I drag through life on my knees, bleeding I try to unlock the chains that pin my body down And while I cannot find every key to free me from the weight I have learned strength and endurance and other tricks to ease my journey
Though the years I have hashed my blood onto paper Smiling as my emotions bled into clean sheets Forcing the purity of the page to match my damaged and ***** soul Yet I have never thought to cut out my darkest experience
Instead, it swims within my stomach's acidic pool Remaining dormant until a thought or melody claws at its bones Until it can no longer be contained
So I begin ripping through my lungs and intestines Simply trying to locate the source of the misery As it torments both my body and mind
And by my own hands, The acid spills into the crevasses of my muscle and bone Sizzling through the structures on contact Until I no longer recognize the dead stare reflecting off of metal and glass And so I destroy them by using them To **** whatever shambles of my body remain
As I sit in a puddle of blood and feel the air ticking away like seconds on a clock I smell the familiar perfume of death, nestled with regret
I promised myself that, if I somehow survive another night, I will try to face the thickest chains that bind me tighter than ever before Those that continue to stain the ground with my past and Refuse to let me stand without fear
And so I begin
This is the first poem in a collection I'm doing about an extremely hard topic that I've never wrote about before but I hope writing can help me face my demons. Because poetry has helped me through so many other problems, I hope it can with this too