Neiqele

The Love of Blood

Copyright, Neiqele

My body goes numb,
I start to shake.
I feel the anger start to rise.
I ask myself “Why must you do the thing you do?”…
“Why must I be the way I am?”…
I have to be punished!
Suddenly I feel a tear roll down my check,
Every thing goes a blur,
And I’m floating away.
The only thing that can bring me down…
Is the stinging that I crave!
I slide it across my wrist,
And watch little red bubbles appear.
My arm is stinging,
But that’s ok,
Cause I’m slowly coming back into reality.

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