Self- Inflicted...

Open is the Self- Inflicted wound…

Release is the desire…

Release the pain of Silence…

Release the pain of Need…

Release the pain of Desire…

No longer alone, the blood surrounds my soul…
The blood is my friend time and time again…

Seeing you release onto my skin showing me only I can control the pain…

Allowing me to play the game…
Chin up remember I am strong…

If only to release from the Self-Inflicted wound, I am in control…

Open is the Self- Inflicted wound…

Release is the desire…

Release the pain of Silence…

Release the pain of Need…

Release the pain of Desire…

 

Please note: This is not meant to endorse "cutting"

Poem by:
Beryl Berry
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