Oh silly me, where do i start?
I need to start at a certain part.
I think i know,
So now lets begin.
As I walk freely,
The wind tingling my skin,
I begin to feel cold,
And the lights in my eyes dim low.
I stop against a tree, and i slide down,
Nice and slow.
I place my hands beside me, the grass tickling my skin
Then the rain trickling begins
“Why in this moment?” I ask, my mind starts to race.
I try to breathe slowly, trying to pace,
But now i can’t quite,
stay wide awake.
The wind turns cold,
My skin starts to quake,
I might just freeze at this rate.
I slowly snake down, letting my full body rest,
Now on this damp ground, I breathe in and out with my chest
As my pace of breathe softens,
And so does my heart.
Tears trickle down my cheek,
Now here, I feel like i'm at my peak.

Oh, stupidity, where do I begin?
I always resort to cutting my skin.
Why do I do this you ask?
Well, it all started in the past.
I felt a growing pain in my brain,
A tingling sensation in my heart,
And until then,
And way back when,
Wait... I don't even know where to start.
Once again, let us begin.
I was insecure about my body and a double chin
Normal things maybe,
and I really wanted someone to call me 'baby'
I was love-drained.
Not to mention, I loved the rain.
Then came the emotions,
New ones I might add,
To hurting myself when I get yelled at by my mom, or dad.
My therapist has told them how much I hate yelling, or even loud sounds,
but they always resort to it, when I'm already feeling down.
Now my mind is filled with thoughts,
I can't even answer.
Because when I do, pain is included,
As I think, this will do it.