Tears could no longer suffice
my pain
Cutting is what everyone does-
a fad,
so liquid fire was the last
option.
Shot after shot the pain
slowly ebbed
hairs prickled on end as
my throat seared,
But I ignored the pain and
kept going.
My pain finally doused with
the remedy
Numb from the pain
I soaked in the tempting waters.
Tolerance built up
The remedy yeilded
to suffice,
Now I'm back to
tears and blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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