It's been more than a month, when is long enough?
When blades are blades and knives are knives,
Rather than relief for when times get tough.
How long do I wait, for dark scars to fade?
When will the urges be something to evade?
Why isn't anything innocent anymore?
Just new methods of pain, waiting to be explored.
How can I stop wishing that when I hold an edge,
It would slip, just a bit and I can have revenge.
But for now, I have to be patient,
And keep myself away.
From all the edges, points and harm that taunt me every day.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
It's been more than a month, when is long enough?
When blades are blades and knives are knives,
Rather than relief for when times get tough.
How long do I wait, for dark scars to fade?
When will the urges be something to evade?
Why isn't anything innocent anymore?
Just new methods of pain, waiting to be explored.
How can I stop wishing that when I hold an edge,
It would slip, just a bit and I can have revenge.
But for now, I have to be patient,
And keep myself away.
From all the edges, points and harm that taunt me every day.
