9:23 p.m. - 2007-08-20
(former) self-hate
I just came across a random poem that I wrote back when I used to cut myself in High School. Here it is:
All of the pain that is enveloped within me,
Is released in an instant!
I run that blade right through my skin,
With anger and bitterness,
As I rip my pores, tissue by tissue.
My wounds bleed and burn;
But I still keep going.
My mind tells me "stop!"
But I keep on going.
After all is said and done,
My wounds continue to bleed and burn.
But I enjoy this pain;
My punishment pleasures me.
I wake up and take a look at my wound,
Yet again.
It is still soar and is drying up.
As my body begins to repair,
The now missing parts of my skin,
I want it to stop!
If only it knew that it is what I deserve.
