My Deadly Addiction

by WintersAngel   Aug 2, 2013


The worst type of pain
Relies on a release
Even a short amount of time
For a small miracle called peace

It starts as a tiny cut
Then the feeling you get multiplies
Blood becomes your favorite color
And you learn to muffle your cries

Then you discover new forms of pain
You bruise and burn your body
A deeper form of darkness threatens you
Every time you hear a cutters melody

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  • 10 years ago

    by Ares

    It's a tough read this one because of the subject it deals with. I adore the fact that you didn't try to cover it up with too much "glitter" and fancy words because it would take away the realness of the matter at hand. I think this might be the best poem I've read of yours today :)

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