Self Harm
I hold it to my wrist,
One slice then two,
And it only continues.
I clench my fist,
And watch the blood pour,
Watch as my blood drips to the floor.
I feel a burning pain,
But it's pain that i can deal with,
One i can control i know how to heal it.
It is not that deep,
It will not kill me,
It isn't that bad i can control this you see.
The pain inside is relieved,
Through a few simple scratches,
Upon my wrist.
Self harm is not the way,
But through bad times,
Its how i get through the day.
It is no cry for help,
Its just a way to deal with my emotions,
So i can dedicate my life and show my devotion.
I can control the scars,
That i put upon my wrist,
And i know it shouldn't be but thats the best bit.
The pain i feel from my wrist,
Is nothing compared,
To the pain inside that can not be repaired.
So i release the pressure,
Through a few small slices.
Upon my left wrist it keeps me fighting.
Copyright ©2008 Natalie Rawlings
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