Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: Safety by jen jackson

By jen jackson
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Tags: jen jackson, poem, poetry

Crowded halls, noisy halls
Though much in isolation
Frequent comments, frequent smiles
But I'm wrapped in insulation

Can't feel the pain, see the pain
I'm turning crimson red
It's not for real, I'm not for real
It must be in my head

She cries, don't cry
Mom, I'll be alright
She worries, don't worry
Get some rest tonight

Reflection going, reflection gone
I let her slip away
Please help her Mom, help her Mom
Please make her be okay

I know, I know
Take me by the hand
No tears, no tears
I really understand

Shiny bubble, safe bubble
I'm in my bubble house
Talking more, talking lots
But quiet as a mouse

Comfort here, comfort there
I've got my little zones
Forever here, forever there
Forever is unknown

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