He cut off his feet...
But still wandered and strayed
Then gouged out his eyes...
But still burned for the maid
Then lopped off one hand...
But then saw an issue:
He could not complete
Sev'ring greed from his tissue
pick me apart
piece by piece.
I promise you
that I can
handle the pain.
experiment on me,
cut me open
and study me.
I can take it.
all I ask is that
when you put me
back together again,
please leave my trauma
out on the operating table.
And I'm hurting
And I'm collapsing in on myself
And I just don't want to hurt you
I want to shield you
From a world you're accustomed to
I want to protect you
From things that you've already seen
Because maybe you've been around the world a thousand times
And maybe you've already been cut into pieces
But I haven't
Maybe you're the one protecting me
Clasping my hands with yours when I get nervous
Holding me close and hugging me till I want to breathe again
So please, let me stand in front of you
I'll take the brunt of the blow
And I'll know you'll be there to catch me
It's a little bit of love and mostly coming home to you.
how do i teach myself to heal
in the dark
i can't see five feet ahead of me
and i am not strong enough
to imagine it
how do i take
and wish for healing
rather than blades
why do i abuse myself
where nobody is watching
i woke up sobbing
there's nobody to tell
and there's nobody to tell me why
this is an old poem from when i wasn't in a good place. agh im sorry but this may be triggering for some.
. . .Word me
cut me. . .
. . .bleed me
blood me. . .
The cut down her lip was perfectly straight
As if it had been purposely crafted
It slowly oozed one red drop
She didn’t stop it
Rather, accompanied it with her tears
Today at the end of my shift I wanted to cut myself with a box cutter but the box cutter turned to be dull. Fortunately or unfortunately? I don't know...
I looked at myself in the mirror,
Broke a glass,
And held it against my face
Instead of slicing into my skin
Like my mind so desperately desired,
I watched as
My eyes fluttered
And started a steady stream,
Which fell and accumulated
Into a pool at the bottom of the glass
When the stream ceased,
I pursed my lips to the jagged edge
The sharp glass
Smoothly sliced into my bottom lip
And just as the clear stream flowed into my mouth,
I started to bleed
The blood mixed with my tears,
And as the salty liquid travelled down my throat,
I realized that I was tasting pain
In its physicality
And yet somehow,
I felt relief