My scars still show.
These memories don't fade.
I think about doing it again every day.
But I stay strong.
Hoping I last long.
Longer than the last time.
Two months its been.
Since I let the cutting end.
Come to a stop.
Remember the blood.
Bright Crimson Red.
Remember how I was almost dead.
Agony doesn't stop.
It only takes a break.
I know my habit will sometime wake.
I keep on believing.
Trying.
I have to stay away.
In my darkest thoughts, I lay.
The blade was sharp.
Cutting into my skin.
Please let this end.
Let this end.
The need never goes away.
The want will always stay.
On my darkest thoughts the hunger beckons.
I try my best to change directions.
Thoughts Still Linger.
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