One Year and Counting?
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I don't self harm anymore
but I still pick at my lips, hangnails, scars, bug bites...
anything to feel the tear of flesh.
I don't self harm anymore
but I still make myself sick
and refuse the medicine I know can help me.
I don't self harm anymore
but I still stand in the shower
slowly turning up the heat as my skin sizzles
and steam fills my lungs til I feel like I can't breathe-
I don't want to breathe.
I don't self harm anymore
but I still get hauled away from steep cliffs and over bridges
by loved ones who can probably tell
I look ready to tip right off the edge.
I don't self harm anymore
but I still sleep thirteen hours at a time
because I cannot stand to be conscious.
I don't self harm anymore
but I walk in front of oncoming traffic, genuinely indifferent
about whether they hit the brakes or not.
I don't self harm anymore
so maybe I don't want to end my life,
but I don't think I have the will to save it either
About the Creator
Kiersten Fox
Constantly searching for new ways to challenge myself and develop new writing skills. I mainly write poetry, but also enjoy summarizing psychological journal articles. Thank you for exploring my work!
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