this poem could appear to be about self harm, but it could also fit to anything else when battling with your own thoughts. and contemplating a lot of things and you begin to question a lot.
You sit there in sadness
You lie in pain
You look for an escape
You have escape from it all
You think about taking one cut
Just one it’s not that bad
It will go away in a few weeks
No one will see it
You know that’s the quickest way to release your pain
So if that helps your pain why not do it?
But then you think to yourself
This isn’t going to help?
Do I really want to scar my body?
What if one cut turns into too many
What if I accidently do something I regret?
It’s a constant battle
Of taking the pain away temporarily
And doing something I know I would regret
How could I want to do this to myself?
But would it help?
So you tell yourself to wait one day and see.
But you know so hard you don’t want to
But you want to
The scale is my thoughts
And my thoughts are my biggest battle