Waking up to a head pounding,
A heart aching
Stumbling towards the shower
Knowing I've lost all power
No control over addiction
Of pain being my conviction
To bring me back from
What I've become
Washing away all pains
Like the blood from my veins
Dried on my skin
For my weakness always wins
Dependcy, I succumb to
Because I always knew
The blood it will bring
Is the essence to my being
Doing so well
But been drawn back to this hell
The clean days would've been twenty-one
But now I must restart at one.
Author notes
Ok so I've been trying really really hard to stop cutting. I lasted almost twenty-one days-- excluding the fact that I still hit and scratched myself. But last night, I gave into my heart's desires. I thought I was doing so well, but this morning, I found my razor clutched in my hand, blood dried on my arms. But um it's alright.. I guess. Bleh I'm going on and on about myself who cares.
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i care you should be proud u made it that long i couldnt have great poem i loved it
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