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Hanging on.
Watching my blood henceforth,
dripping pools of life force.
Phasing in and out of time.
Gulping air-
cold and numb.
Exhaling fire
into the frost.
Pen and paper gripped in boney hands
No marks but of I.
Back to the old pine
restraining self from total escape.
dripping pools of life force.
Phasing in and out of time.
Gulping air-
cold and numb.
Exhaling fire
into the frost.
Pen and paper gripped in boney hands
No marks but of I.
Back to the old pine
restraining self from total escape.
Published 16th Feb 2021
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16th Feb 2021 8:48am
Disclaimer: Its been over a year since I last harmed my self- so don't worry. I hate to say I fantasize about the relief that it provides, but i do and in the end (at least for me)- its not a solution, but a coping mechanism. Sometimes all you can do is hold on.
Instead of putting blade to skin try and put pen to paper. You are the only one who can truly look out for your self.
Instead of putting blade to skin try and put pen to paper. You are the only one who can truly look out for your self.
16th Feb 2021 11:01am
16th Feb 2021 2:17pm
