Write Love On My Arms

It's one of those nights - again.

My hope drips away, but I don't want to

Stop The Bleeding.

A scream claws at my throat

and I drown it down with another shot,

preceded by my medication.

Love Is The Movement

but no one has ever said to me,

“Wake Up, You’re Alive.

We’re On Your Side.”

So I'll fight this on my own

because here's the thing:

I have a whole list of people

who tell me I should just

Pick Up The Phone,

but they don't really understand

this sick obsession of mine.

I'm so tired of all this

pretending-to-care ********

everyone keeps feeding me.

"You Are Not Alone"

is nothing more than another lie.

Sure, I guess for some people

Rescue Is Possible,

but part of me has already died.

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Notes: I am not glorifying or condoning the act of self mutilation. If you are thinking of harming yourself or committing suicide, or know someone who is having those thoughts, please reach out for help and contact someone you trust.

To Write Love On Her Arms is a non-profit organization to help those struggling with self mutilation, suicide, depression, and addiction. The phrases "Stop The Bleeding", "Love Is The Movement", "Wake Up, You're Alive. We're On Your Side", "Pick Up The Phone", "You Are Not Alone", and "Rescue Is Possible" do not belong to me, I just borrowed them for this poem.

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