Bruises fade upon my tender skin,
Once done for punishment of my sin.
The line faded from fantasy and reality,
Finding myself caught up in my own world.
My life too complicated and messed up differently.
Family torn apart and still is...
What once was done for relief,
That made me cry and regret.
In fear it would kill me one day,
Yet too much of a habit to stay away.
A week at a time,
I keep going back
Bruising in secret my skin black and blue.
No one to see the monster inside of me.
I'm not perfect my body so disgusting,
Since starving didn't work,
And unable to vomit after eating,
I'll stick with my bruising.
Punishment for my ugliness.
Author notes
I'm saying this because i know i have a few friends on here and they would kill me if was bruising myself again. I haven't bruised myself in like i don't know 6 months so i'm trying really hard to stop.
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wow..i have never heard of bruising but it sounds as bad as the other kinds of self harm. this is a powerful write and im sorry you have gone through it. i know its not easy. stay strong
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