Sharp, sting, pain, bliss, but over all a Distraction

When there’s a ball of emotions in your chest so tangled you can’t tell the difference from depression and anxiety there’s only one thing that seems right

There’s only one action that, while adds to the tangled mess, starts to unravel it

An overwhelming sense of release

A blinding control forces your hand

An unconscious decision made in desperate unfocused moments

Clean, years clean, lets keep it that way

Struggle through the days burning inside

No words to describe it, fakes a smile

I’m fine….liar

Start over

Clean. Weeks clean, lets make it a year

the scars remain

I swear I’m fine

no one sees how fake that is

Start over

Clean. Hours clean, lets make it a day

The marks dont heal, but slowly fades

A daily reminder, not of how stupid it was

But of how good it felt, how clear your head became

Even for just a moment, that moment is worth it right?

Start over

Minutes, lets make it an hour

Bleeding slows but doesn’t stop

Another reminder, head is clear, bliss takes over, calm slowly creeps in

but it’s over too fast

Panic

Start again

Start ag

Start

…

Stop

The End.