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Guilty Pleasure
Guilt washes over me
as I make a forth stroke
my leg is dripping with blood
yet I don't feel much pain
I know I should stop
but I can't
I keep saying 'this is it' and 'its the last time'
but I always keep coming back for more
The scissors are sharper
than my usual dull pocket knife
the blade slides effortlessly across my pale skin
and blood oozes out
I sit here wondering
why do I do this to myself
I'm addicted
I can't stop
I can't explain the relief
that I feel with each new wound
I feel better
but I still feel guilty
as I make a forth stroke
my leg is dripping with blood
yet I don't feel much pain
I know I should stop
but I can't
I keep saying 'this is it' and 'its the last time'
but I always keep coming back for more
The scissors are sharper
than my usual dull pocket knife
the blade slides effortlessly across my pale skin
and blood oozes out
I sit here wondering
why do I do this to myself
I'm addicted
I can't stop
I can't explain the relief
that I feel with each new wound
I feel better
but I still feel guilty
Published 12th Feb 2018
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12th Feb 2018 9:35am
Hello, this poem caught my eye due to its emotional element. The idea of self-harm is more common than people think. I'm not sure if this is from personal experience or not, but if it is I'm sorry you feel/felt the need to do this. I was in that place once upon a time and your poem was a very good description of how controlling it can be. Thank you for sharing your poem. And if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for anyone who needs it💙
12th Feb 2018 4:05pm
Thank you. Sadly it is from personal experience but I am getting better. I might take you up on that offer. :)
15th Feb 2018 1:00am
Marina, you've provided deep insight into the mind of they that cut. I can't say that I understand the need but I do understand addiction. Food is my "cut" of choice lots of food. Hey why don't we trade our obsessions for writing poetry Brava!
