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Relapse
I am not attracted to a needle or pills.
They haven't come to take my free will.
With pain, there comes suffering.
Blood is my offering.
But it is not my goodbye.
I do not wish to die.
Blade in hand,
Driven to the skin,
Slicing open self-ridicule,
It is peaceful.
With the pain, distracting the carnage and rage.
Release the demons from their cage.
An act to extract tension and sadness,
Before they send me into madness.
Under my skin is a dismantled kingdom.
Every drip of blood is freedom.
Every scar is a reminder,
Of days that I wish were kinder.
© A. Tenney
They haven't come to take my free will.
With pain, there comes suffering.
Blood is my offering.
But it is not my goodbye.
I do not wish to die.
Blade in hand,
Driven to the skin,
Slicing open self-ridicule,
It is peaceful.
With the pain, distracting the carnage and rage.
Release the demons from their cage.
An act to extract tension and sadness,
Before they send me into madness.
Under my skin is a dismantled kingdom.
Every drip of blood is freedom.
Every scar is a reminder,
Of days that I wish were kinder.
© A. Tenney
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