No Judgement. Poem by Natasha Wellington

The Blade Will Tear My Flesh Apart,
The Blood Will Flow Away,
The Wound is deep - yet i Feel No Pain,
My Heart Fills With Dismay,
And Late, When The Blood Runs Dry
the scars i'll Need To See.They'll Stay as A Reminder,
of The Sadness within me.

And as i Rip My Flesh Apart,
My Thoughts Spin Round and Round,
Still, My Sadness Lies Within,
Now i See My Blood Trickling Down -
Trickling Down My Arm,
Before i Felt so Hurt and sad.
Now im Scared Yet Calm,

But Then i Start to feel so hurt
Though Theres still No Physical pain,
The Hurt is Still inside My Head,
So i'll Cut My Arm Again.