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Explanations for the Lost
Blood stains my past,
Marks of guilt and relief.
Some are old, many are new,
This is what I believe.
It is wrong to do so,
It is necassary to maintain in control.
It hurts, but it’s a pain of comfort,
Taking back the feelings it once stole.
Lost to the darkness that hides the hurt,
Engulfed by this void that blocks all light.
The knife reflects only a small glimmer of hope,
But it’s a ray of pure bliss and blight.
Eating away at my skinn and sanity,
I keep reaching for the disease that won’t heal.
I need it, I hate it, I crave it,
That is the way it makes me feel.
Marks of guilt and relief.
Some are old, many are new,
This is what I believe.
It is wrong to do so,
It is necassary to maintain in control.
It hurts, but it’s a pain of comfort,
Taking back the feelings it once stole.
Lost to the darkness that hides the hurt,
Engulfed by this void that blocks all light.
The knife reflects only a small glimmer of hope,
But it’s a ray of pure bliss and blight.
Eating away at my skinn and sanity,
I keep reaching for the disease that won’t heal.
I need it, I hate it, I crave it,
That is the way it makes me feel.
Published 7th Mar 2023
Author's Note
A way to explain what it feels like. Or, what I think when no feelings are present. Writing is the only way to illustrate how my mind works.
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8th Mar 2023 7:16pm
Sharing in the rawness and searching in dark hours of empty feelings for that which is holding me back or blinding me.
9th Mar 2023 5:27am
