Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Cutting Kindness

You probably don't understand
Since I have no friggin clue
How I can take a blade
To my arm
Cut cut
Cut cut cut
And smile with relief
As my own beautiful blood
Runs down my arm
And sigh my ease and peace
And tell myself softly thank you.
I am trusting you
With my dark and terrible secret
Not in the hope of any redemption
Nor in the hope of your understanding
But just to let you know
That we are out here.
I am not alone.

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