It's Happening, For Real

Story about my pain...that's about it. i'd appreciate any critiques or comments =] no sympathy or anything, I get that enough

It hurts,

But I welcome the Pain.

I take out my Anger

On Myself-

If I hurt anyone else,

I'd never get over

The Guilt,

The Pain

(Emotional),

The Fear

Of turning out

Like Her.

If I let myself

Do That,

I may never come back;

So now my Pain

Is self-inflicted.

It's a relief,

A release

Of the Emotions

That are killing Me,

Eating Me,

Destroying Me

From the Inside out.

I finally have a Name

For my Pain,

It's physical now;

Scratches,

Cuts,

They're real now,

And I'm loving It.

The End

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