seeking some sort of high?
a sweet red flood
relief shown with a sigh.
An addiction
a forbidden want.
Too many scars
only seem to taunt.
Into remission,
fearing relapse.
I can't fall back to tradition,
no more lines like little red roads on maps.
Falling asleep,
or into my past?
-rachelleeashlee<3.
*K, I know this is kinda crap. This is just what happened when I started typing with tears in my eyes and nobody to talk to. As of right now, I have not actually cut for 5 weeks 5 days. I've come close, but I still haven't. And this itself is its own chapter in my lifes story.
If you expressed yourself as a means of working through pain without doing alternatives, the poem is worth have been written. Right?
ReplyDeleteI guess so.
ReplyDeleteI know so. I have often called my poetry inexpensive therapy. It allows you to express yourself and get some of the "stuff" out of your system. That is a good thing and DEFINITELY better than the alternative!
ReplyDeleteThat's true.
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