Self Harm #1

Some call it crazy
Some say it's sick
But I think it's freedom
The pain is fierce but quick
Some say that it's a sin
Just a little too risqué
But it helps release the pain
That I go through every day
The blade is sharp and cold
As it runs across my skin
Leaving me to ponder
How deep I cut in
The chill running  down my spine
Makes me feel at ease
I no longer feel like a coward
Fucking up with every breath I breathe
But some days I want to stop
Feeling like everything's wrong
Trying to let go of the blade
Sometimes I can but not for long
It;s like I'm addicted to the pain
The feeling taking refuge in my veins
Leaving me feeling confused and alone
Wiping at the tears that seem to be stained
Burned into my skin forever
Becoming a part that I cannot escape
Sometimes I just want to hurt all over
To scream at the top of my lungs 'til they break
I want to escape from my memories
They're taking over me
Why can't I just rest?
Why can't they let me be?
 
I just want to be free.

 ~ Just another old one ~ :)

FYI : I used to self harm, but now I'm clean since 1 year :) yay!! :) 

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Dia :)

The Arctic Wind

He tells warm lies through lips as cold as frost,
while his eyes cast frigid glares.
His backhanded barbs, sharp as steel,
strike like ice crystals in your heart.
Infidelity coats upon him like a sheen of ice.
Beauty and slippery deceit, rolled into one.
And yet, you stand, as a woman made of snow,
not truly seeing, not speaking out.
You slowly die, waiting for him to thaw.
A snowball in the hands of Hades stands a better chance,
than you, to win his heart.
For within his veins runs soiled slush
and his soul is an Arctic wind.