Post by gjohnson703 on Sept 4, 2012 20:19:44 GMT -5
Feeling the blade against my skin,
leaves me with joy from within.
I know it's wrong,
but I can't take it. It's been too long.
Why am I doing this to myself?
Because my feelings are bottled up on a shelf.
People around me question; "why?"
I know that when I say I've changed; that it's a lie.
Small precise cuts, so no one will notice.
I hate myself for doing this.
Maybe one day it will seize.
It comes and goes, like a cool breeze.
leaves me with joy from within.
I know it's wrong,
but I can't take it. It's been too long.
Why am I doing this to myself?
Because my feelings are bottled up on a shelf.
People around me question; "why?"
I know that when I say I've changed; that it's a lie.
Small precise cuts, so no one will notice.
I hate myself for doing this.
Maybe one day it will seize.
It comes and goes, like a cool breeze.