my struggle | monstertrainwreck's Blog
Writing sins of sorrow on my arms on my body
Only one tool needed to inflict pain
Relief for a few seconds
Before the feelings all rush back
And drown me, dragging me under
I look at my tool of relief and push it away
I don’t need you anymore I tell the razor
But my body betrays me
And aches for the fell of cool metal on my skin
No you won’t win
I don’t need you
But the urge leaves me shaking, crying
My reserve of strength weakening
I search for a memory to push aside this terrible urge
But it stands no chance and I give in
As I whisper this is the last time
I will give in to you.
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