Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: Final Destination by Wicked

By Wicked
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Tags: wicked, poetry, poem

Returning to my mind as if it was some kind of shelter
It's more like a prison to say the least
Anger that floods the room and my mind
A powerful emotion that seeps out like the blood seeps from my veins
I scream in frustration
and the red that is everywhere has drowned all hopes of achieving happiness
But this cannot be known
My heart is a big black ocean of secrets
Emptiness hidden beneath icy waters
I am destined to swim alone...
I feel as though I have lost all control
Trying to erase my deepest hostility towards all that was and that is meant to be
Allowing myself to push this aside
And you as well
Who was it that said I've wasted away?
Who was it that said I chose this?
I have entered this with no idea of how to let go
So I hide from reality while pushing it to the limit...
This army of hate and frustration pounds beneath my skull
I am weighed down by a search for answers that don't exist
Turning in one direction only leaves me in that
perfect circle
So I only move towards nothing
It is impossible to achieve anything in this black pit
I can only sink
lower
and lower
Until the fall that is life has reached its
final destination
That until now seemed to be only a myth
An end that unwillingly came to life
Only to bring me death
It's funny how it works out that way...
As I plunge toward a fate that would inevitably come
One thousand knives pierce my every will to survive this
I cry
Though
I no longer care...

Blood slowly fills up the gap that
life could not fill for me
Funny how it turns out this way...

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