The Need.
15/06/2021
The blood poured from my thighs and hips.
“Why do you do this to yourself?” Im asked.
I bleed just to feel alive.
The control I have over my life is minimal, but this I can control.
“Does it not hurt?” But nobody realises that’s the point.
The physical pain takes away from the mental pain.
I promised I wouldn’t do it again, but I couldn’t help myself.
Im sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t be, its my own life that im destroying.
But nothing can feel worse than the mental instability that I felt all these years.
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