"Poetry is food for the soul!"
Fluke
Twisted Self-harmer
My saviour lies in cold steel
Twisted pleasure
Stinging relief
Why wont you understand?
"I just need this to be all right"
I need it to prove that "pain is important!"
Don’t take from me all I have
You have stolen my innocence
You have crushed my petals
You have spread my secrets
And left me hurting
And aching
And crying
You have belittled my illness
Reversed my progress
You stole my smile
And twisted it to pained expressions
You have raped my sanity
And rinsed me through
Please finish my dying body
Or leave my twisted tools
So I may cure my pain
Just don’t leave me
As I am
No relief
No death
Just... pain
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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