Relapse
She's proud of herself, but she won't tell you why.
It's been a week since she last even tried.
But the voices won't stop, and today they won.
Will she go for the razor, or end it all with a gun?
After hours of crying and arguing with herself.
She gives in and opens the hidden box on her shelf.
Overwhelmed by emotions, she selects her blade.
Oddly delighted by the choice she has made.
So once again she takes the razor to her vein.
And without even flinching or feeling no pain.
Well, there is pain but it's mistaken for praise.
She is lacking in judgment because the feeling of daze.
She sits there emotionless, blood pouring from her wrist.
Giving into the feeling she's so long resist.
A smile crosses her face as it spills down her arm,
She's caught up with the evil we know as self harm.
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Quotes And Poems For Self-harmers
PoetryThis book is full of Quotes&Poems For Self-harmers or Non Self-harmers. I'm making this book for all the self-harmers, or non self-harmers, to help and make you see to not pick up the blade or object, to try and stop self-harming. Or if you were ab...
