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my little poem:)
When the pain overwhelms me,
my blood screams under my skin,
crushing my veins desperately,
but too weak to tear them apart.
So I pick up the knife with trembling hands.
The cold iron blade caresses me,
embracing my skin like a hungry lover,
kissing my skin like a drowning man,
invading my skin until breaking its defense.
Reds rise rapidly from the abyss,
some spread freely, coloring the land,
some curl up, growing into scarlet glistening diamonds.
I stare at them, admiring their beauty.
My skin whimpers with pain,
my heart chuckles with joy.
Like a pale man finally being freed from the prison,
my skin begs for help,
but I just look down at it, coldly,
until the red isn't glistening anymore.
The ice breaks in my eyes,
revealing the vulnerable tears inside.
The wounds plead with me silently,
my heart breaks,
so I stand up,
washing away the iron smell on the wrists,
soothing the wounds,
trying to heal myself again for the thousandth of time.#MightyPoets
