Self-Harm

What can I do with this awful pain

 

That festers in my heart?

 

Pain that shreds me, cuts me up

 

Pain that tears me apart.

 

How do I face emotion or feelings?

 

Each pang of sorrow or fear,

 

Unable to face them, helpless and frightened

 

I suppress each rising tear

 

Pain overwhelms me, like a monstrous storm

 

No control, unleashed from within,

 

I need to contain it, need to suppress it,

 

I must not let it win.

 

I can’t let it go, I need the control

 

Knife, scissors, sharp metal blade,

 

In time the scars may fade.

 

Restless and desperate, with trembling hand

 

Scratching, carving my skin,

 

A sharp sting, I see blood, all is numb,

 

A strange calm now within.

 

I look at my wounds, disappointed with self,

 

That I had to harm for release.

 

Surely there must be some other way

 

To find that inner peace.

 

The fix is short lived and I know that in time

 

The feelings will surface again,

 

But for now at least

 

I have quieted the storm

 

Exchanging a wound for my pain

 

By PM.

 

A young person