A red blade lies there, my hands trembling,
My palms covered in blood, my fingertips twitching,
With red liquid, from the cuts bleeding.
When my eye catches my reflection,
They turn red from rejection,
Not by someone, but from my own aversion.
When my thoughts are free, and my heart bleeds,
I feel the attention on the rolls of fat as it kneads,
My face looks disgusted ,as the double chin heeds.
My feet are tired from climbing up the road,
My spine split from carrying the load,
My heart sick of drowning in the tears of the pain never told.
The walls closing in
The white noise increasing
The blade appealing
A red blade lies there, my hands trembling,
My palms covered in blood, my fingertips twitching,
With red liquid, from the cuts bleeding.
Trigger Warning: self harm.
this poem talks about the thought process of how one descends into this bottomless pit of negative thoughts that cause him to self harm