Sta.sh
Alone,
Shaking calmly in a cold sweat,
Cross legged on bed, head in hands,
A stuttered breath:
“Stop”
Nails begin scraping flesh and bone,
Hair tearing to get at the thoughts,
Biting lip to bear the pain, and stop the tears,
Yet a part wants it to continue,
Wants it to grow,
To consume,
Until there’s nothing left.
In the dark sat in utter loathe,
Blood stained vanity and silent screams,
Tearing mind from inside out,
Until it shows upon flesh.
Breaking words only to self,
No desire to burden others,
Facing it alone,
Or at least,
Trying.
Apologies to all of caring heart,
Inner conflict never a quick war,
Peace though found in your comfort,
Great peace, and happiness,
A resolution only found in self,
And until it is and mind settled,
Nights of terror and pain will sadly occur.
Apologies.
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