Jan 2013
I must .
It's hard, but I must.
I must for others,
for myself, for a friend.
I need to stop this,
it has to end.
I'm tearing, I'm scratching,
I burn and I bleed.
I really should stop.
Not I "should" but I "need."
It's hard, but I must.
I must for others,
for myself, for a friend.
I need to stop this,
it has to end.
I'm tearing, I'm scratching,
I burn and I bleed.
I really should stop.
Not I "should" but I "need."
A poem about self-harm, and what I really need is to stop.
