I slip the knife under
A repeat of last summer
I love pleasure and suffer pain
It has a greater purpose, as does rain
I pull hard and hit fast
But the peace doesn’t ever last
There’s always a world to wake up to
One that I now know how to get through
I run into your arms
And show you my scars
You hold me until I close my eyes
Dopamine high
I wake up to see you watching me
You smile, eyes as deep as the sea
Cause when I’m with you, I like to pretend
That I won’t ever cut again.
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That was beautiful, Aquazium. You must be such a loving person, to write that. I find myself starting to write too. For me this writing stuff is all so new. But it helps me get through.
Thanks:) I guess I am loving, though I’m mostly just worried about hurting people.
I’m glad you’ve been able to write as well, I like it because it gives me a way to express my darker thoughts without getting judged for them:) Art is art, after all.
A beautiful, passionate, tragic and hopeful poem. If you have someone in your life who understands, accepts and unselfishly helps you – there is no greater love. You are fortunate and you are loved. Focus on the positives, and, as for self hurt, be patient with yourself, don’t blame yourself. Find help, if you can, or someone to talk to about this. You have a future, and Hope … never stop believing.
that was a very poetic comment to read. wow. you never stop believing, either.