Once again.

I relapsed. Again.

Once again
I have broke.
Took the scissors
To my skin
Dug in.
Saw the blood
Flow out.
My father said
If I broke again.
I would end up in treatment
Once again.
It doesn't help
It makes me do it more
But I broke
Once again.

Reviews

[Misery]

What might we say? What might anyone say when raw confessions are wrapped in poetry?
There is a thin and blurry line between tragic art and tragic reality (only one can be applauded). The same thin and blurry line exists when a musician creates beautiful music while dying from repeated heroine abuse. What might we say, dear poet?

[JulianaSun]

I´m not sure of what to say. Your poems are bleeding pain and despair and a deep need to move on and be a different person. Stronger. Unbreakable. At least, that´s what I perceive from your words. I wish you would somehow find a way to rid yourself of this self-destructive alter ego. You are so talented and so young...Don´t ever give up on writing. And on yourself. :))

j

[Daughter of Darkness]

Thank you...so much