Scars

Wed, 03/08/2023 - 14:40 -- SageM23

How did cutting become a coping skill?

I guess it releases pain that can kill.

I’ve filled my head with deadly thoughts,

Memories and insecurities make me distraught.

 

Mentally hurting and needing a distraction,

I cut and slice for some kind of reaction.

Maybe I’m just faking it for attention,

but then why am I filled with so much tension?

 

Here I go again slicing at my skin,

It seems in life I can never win.

I continue coping unhealthily,

I’m frustrated with myself completely.

This poem is about: 
Me

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