Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: My Tylenol by Melody

By Melody
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Tags: melody, poem

She cries by herself to her pillow at night
The blankets are soaked in her tears
The pain she hides so well through the day
Pouring out of her at last.
Getting up, she sits by the mirror
It feels so good to be alone
And she pulls up her sleeve
Revealing what no one else has seen
Her secret treasure of pain
Scratching away at old scars, fading
She can see the layers fall
As though she is tearing off layers of weakness
Faults, and fears, she feels so good
Now she can sleep.
New scars are swelling, by morn they'll be done
She's ready to face a new day.

I did it again
To prove that I could
I did it again
To show you I would
I did it again
it was all that I had
Even though I knew
That you would be sad
I pushed deeper, harder
To find all of the pain
And dig it all out
Then I did it again
But I hid it away
So you'd never see
I wanted you to believe
That I'd stopped being me
And though I do it again
I want you to know
That I really am trying
So please don't let me go.

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