Sink [Right Down] to the Bloody Floor [ACROSTIC]

Slicing away at my wrists,

I start to feel numb.

Needing to feel the pain – I

Know I’ll never see the sun.

 

Tomorrow is just a fantasy

Only found in dreams;

 

The reality is

Having blood flow from my wrist in streams.

Every time I cut,

 

Blood spills from my arms, I’m

Loving this feeling

Of self-harm.

Only when I do this

Do I feel satisfied.

Yearning for more – wanting to

 

Feel as though I’ve died.

Losing all hope

Of living anymore,

On my knees I sink,

Right down to the bloody floor.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel30May2007

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is so powerful, so painful to read. To realize that psychological horror can be so overwhelming that only physical pain can seem to alleviate it... So deeply moving!

Craig