And so I sit here,

Fri, 02/20/2015 - 21:44 -- cairo

And so I sit here, reminding myself

Of every reason I should not pick up that knife

And how things will only get worse if I do.

It is not the action I seek,

It is the results

The burning white of the pain

The violent shade of red dripping venemously down my skin

That reminds me 

I am, in fact, alive.

And so I sit here, alone

because I have never told anyone

Wanting to scream or destroy something


(even if it is myself.)

This poem is about: 



i feel thge pain with this and I know this feeling all too well.. i hope it gets past you as it will for me.

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