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seven weeks
its been three weeks
im doing well
my arms are starting to heal up
my leg is scabbing aswell
four weeks in
i begin to think
a whole month with no cuts
am i away from the brink?
six weeks in
that one little thing
reminds me of pain
i feel that familiar sting
seven weeks in
i cant control it
my hands are shaking
im over this shit!
eigth week monday
im of to school
bandaged up and bleeding heavy
im a stupid fool
evrytime i get back up
i miss the feeling
that sharp slice on my wrist
no chance of healing
i was going well
no cuts for seven weeks
but i cant shake the habit
i feel so fucking weak!!
im doing well
my arms are starting to heal up
my leg is scabbing aswell
four weeks in
i begin to think
a whole month with no cuts
am i away from the brink?
six weeks in
that one little thing
reminds me of pain
i feel that familiar sting
seven weeks in
i cant control it
my hands are shaking
im over this shit!
eigth week monday
im of to school
bandaged up and bleeding heavy
im a stupid fool
evrytime i get back up
i miss the feeling
that sharp slice on my wrist
no chance of healing
i was going well
no cuts for seven weeks
but i cant shake the habit
i feel so fucking weak!!
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