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A glint of silver, the blade sinking in
It releases me from the darkness within
Tears are flowing from my skin
In the form of red rivulets
Expressing all the words unsaid
And weakens the monster devouring my head
Its presence gone, I am left in peace
But it will not last.
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Honey, look, I gotta say this, this is exquisite poetry!
You have such an amazing way with words!
Now
Hey.
So. Tears from your cut skin?
Please don't let them flow.
I admire your courage. I admire the fact that you inflict pain on yourself to release yourself from pain. Really. Not everyone can do that.
But please, don't do this.
Because the pain can be got rid of in many, many more harmless, non - tetanus causing ways.
(Sorry, it's just that an open wound coming in contact with metal can always be a potential tetanus case. I'm a biology fanatic)
The unsaid words need to come out. So they flow. Red.
But tears from your eyes are better.
Because when they flow, when the words come out through you mouth and not your skin, it gets so much better.
The peace is lasting.
Tell someone.
And get rid of the blade!
Rather, use it on the monster.
Your head is NOT a piece of food, and it needs to learn that.
It needs to learn that you are a person with an amazing potential for happiness, and you should be allowed to realize that potential.
So, please, cut the monster, not yourself.
Tell someone. Seek help. It will get better. The scars will one day remind you that of that deadly moster you killed and of what a brave, badass warrior you were.
And keep writing!
ReplyThank you so much for your support, and it makes me smile that you enjoy my style of writing. I am seeking help, and though relapses do happen, I see that I have become stronger than before. I am grateful for the understanding and aid I have received. Again, thank you for your words. You reminded me of the day that will soon come when this will be merely a memory that does not haunt me any longer.
ReplyI am glad to have helped you.
I wish you a wonderful life ahead.
If you ever face anything again, feel free to reach out!
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