Brooke Ashlyn

My Way Of Healing

As I press the blade against my wrist
The cool medal on my skin
As I drag it slowly across
I feel like I am finally the boss
I can control all my feelings
Control all my pain
Make it last forever
Or die away with the rain
As I close my eyes and try to forget the bleeding
In my mind I realize this is a way of healing

Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2009
Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 26, 2011

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