Apr 2018
Fingers sliding across my skin
Bu-dum bu-dum bu-dum
Like a car over speed bumps
Red beads on my wrist
Meaningless memories
I've tried to leave behind
Rainbow Vains
To clear the lack of colour
Tell me when it rains
The creases flowing rivers
Crisscrossing on their journey
Pulled along by strings of fate
Calluses sparce on thin skin
Protection against the common
On this irregular sphere
Bu-dum bu-dum bu-dum
Like a car over speed bumps
Red beads on my wrist
Meaningless memories
I've tried to leave behind
Rainbow Vains
To clear the lack of colour
Tell me when it rains
The creases flowing rivers
Crisscrossing on their journey
Pulled along by strings of fate
Calluses sparce on thin skin
Protection against the common
On this irregular sphere
This poem started off because I was getting hung up over my scars. I've been self-harm free for just over 2 years now but I still don't feel recoverd. The urges went away for awhile but lately they have come back really strong and I'm really struggling to keep them in check.
Even if I do heal I'll always still be left with scars.
Even if I do heal I'll always still be left with scars.
(Agender/Australia)
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