Self Harm

by Acacia   Jun 9, 2021

She's proud of herself
But she won't tell you why
It's been almost a week
Since she last even tried

But the voices don't stop
And today they won
Will she go for the blade
Or end it all with a gun

After hours of crying
And arguing with herself
She gives in and opens
The hidden box on her shelf

Overwhelmed with emotions
She selects her blade
Oddly delighted
With the choice she has made

So once again,
She takes a razor to her vein
Without even flinching
Or feeling pain

Well, there is pain, of course
Just mistaken for praise
She is lacking in judgment
In her pain-induced haze

She sits there emotionless
Blood pouring from her wrist
Giving into the feeling
She's tried so long to resist

A smile crosses her face
As it spills down her arm
She's caught up in the struggle
We know as self harm


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