Alone in my room
Feeling every emotion possible
Not knowing what to do
The emotional pain keeps building
I find the scissors and i slowly slide it across my skin
I feel the hurt start to release
I slide it again wanting to go deeper
As I slice my skin over and over the overwhelming feelings start to disappear
I take a deep breath and I can begin to relax
Feeling better I can now enter a better place
It is off to dreams of wonderful things
I've been there, I have followed the road, of endings bathed in crimson and beginnings paved in gold. Hope you found the release.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Yes Frank I did find my release. Thanks for understanding