She dwells in darkness
choking on her own breath
sacrificing herself to the crimson falls
relief softly kissing her lips
her being shaking ashamed
of her plight,
still the thrill
is better than any pill.
She cowers behind a broken smile
trust is a porcelain doll
pocketing all her secrets,
her scars outline her heart
empty PROMISES cutting across,
as a batch of freshly unkept verbal contracts
trace over the healing wounds.
She’ll cut again tonight
carving her thoughts onto her flesh
beneath the light of a dim moon
in rhythm of a heavy metal guitar,
releasing the agonies of the day
cloaking her fresh wounds
come the ‘morrow.
The cycle continues
like day and night,
her pain falling like rain
in the night
her smile bright as the sun
riding across the horizon of the day.
(c)2010 One Canvas One Soul/j.ajabad
I wrote this poem as a narrative of awareness of self-abuse and depression. This poem was inspired by the website:
www.twloha.com ! I don’t work with this site or its founders but I admire their work/passion. I have enclosed the URL for those who maybe interested or if you or a friend need help with depression, cutting, addiction. I hope this poem paints a picture of how real this is. Moreover I hope if you or anyone you know is dealing with the formentioned issues that you get help. Maybe we cannot imagine what you are going through but there are people out there who care!