Poem inside the mind of a cutter. Trigger warning maybe?? I honestly don’t know but maybe

[Imthevillain]

Sweet Release

The days longer loudly
At night time I drown
In blood that surrounds me
Razors on the ground

Sweet release of the hurt
The guilt and the pain
The color of crimson
Streams down like rain

How beautiful the scars
That lace my pale skin
How lovely the razors
My comforting friend


I wrote this years ago when still actively cutting. Very rarely happens now.

 

[OrcWitch]

Nice poem.

 

[uselesswaste]

deep