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This is me -
January 17th 2012, 02:20 PM
This thread has been labeled as triggering by the original poster or by a Moderator. Please take this into consideration before continuing to read.
This is a poem I wrote a few months ago. It may be triggering for SH and suicide. Please do not read it if it will trigger you.
This is me
Red tattoos of hidden pain are carved onto her arm Because of all the hurt she feels she does her body harm The fear and pain and anger give way to emptyness Her thoughts trip and tumble in a complicated mess One reason that she hurts herself is to make sure she can feel She's terrified that her scars will never trully heal She wonders if she'll ever be happy and whole again She takes her sadness, anger, and fear and tears her skin open sometimes her thoughts drown out the world in a sea of hopeless dreams Which tangle with reality in a knot of weeds The wind sways her back and forth engulfing her in waves And she watches from the backseat as her world goes up in flames Nothing seems to matter No one seems to care The euphoria of death catches her in its snare The thoughts start to consume her She can't feel anymore The darkness is all around her seeping into every pore She doesn't know where to turn her world is sinking in She knows this is a temptation but wonders if it's a sin She's finally giving in she's preparing herself to die The pain has blinded her from the truth she's giving into the lie She's at the edge of the cliff she's ready to jump and die When out of nowhere she sees emerge a simple butterfly The sign is all too clear the message is of hope She steps back from the cliff from her neck she takes the rope She looks at the creature, delicate, sweet, and decides she can hold on a little longer; Deal with the pain while she grows stronger; Remember that this is preperation; Never give in to desperation; Hold on to all that is right and true. One more day She's certain now She can go one more She lifts her face off the floor She'll get up She'll move foreward She'll go on. |
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Re: This is me -
January 19th 2012, 12:02 PM
This is incredibly well-written! I really enjoyed it! Please keep writing!
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