The pain is all I know
It’s all I feel, it’s all I show
I cut, I burn, I bleed
I do it all to numb the pain inside
I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop
It’s like a drug, I’m addicted to the drop
Of blood, of pain, of relief
It’s all I have, it’s all I need
I’m trapped in this cycle, I can’t escape
I’m drowning in my own self-hate
I’m lost, alone, and afraid
I don’t know how to break this chain
But I know I have to try
I have to find a way to stop
This cycle of pain and misery
I have to find a way to heal
I know it won’t be easy
But I’m not giving up
I’m going to fight this, I’m going to win
I’m going to break this cycle and be free.
2 responses to “Crappy poem #8”
You need help and you can beat this. Your kids need you well.
Thank you. I will.