Apr 2014
A flash of silver,
A touch of steel.
I hold my breath as it makes me feel.
A stinging pain,
Oh, how I swore I'd never do it again.
A crimson line,
One more,
One more,
And one last time.
Pulling down the sleeves,
Smiling to please.
Feeling numb.
Wishing to hurt,
Wishing to cry,
Wishing to scream.
Why?
I'm tired of telling myself
"One last time."
A touch of steel.
I hold my breath as it makes me feel.
A stinging pain,
Oh, how I swore I'd never do it again.
A crimson line,
One more,
One more,
And one last time.
Pulling down the sleeves,
Smiling to please.
Feeling numb.
Wishing to hurt,
Wishing to cry,
Wishing to scream.
Why?
I'm tired of telling myself
"One last time."
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(Shelton,WA)
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