The Urge Poem by neo riddick

The Urge

Rating: 5.0


So much time spent alone
I created this prison. I had a release.
Now the urge to cut is too much
Things are spinning around me
I'm weak. I have too. Can't stop
Just trying to feel again
Not a sickness like most think
I have allowed my heart to guide me in the wrong direction
There is no reason why I live
These walls are caving in on me

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