Harmful cravings
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amyleepassmoreaspiring writer
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Harmful cravings

by amyleepassmore

I burn,

I cut,

I scratch,

I cry,

But not enough to make me die.

The pain rolls over in a searing wave, Causing the feelings I longingly crave.

The cut on my thigh drips scarlet red to the floor, But my cravings are longing, longing for more.

Longing for hurt, Longing for pain, Anything that will distract my mind for this tormenting day.

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@bernardtwindwil Thank you for your comments. It means a lot. I really look forward to reading your comments

bernardtwindwilGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
The first few lines reminded me of me. I just don't do it voluntarily anymore. I am so sorry you hated yourself so much. I know it is because someone else forced those feelings of self-loathing on you. The poem was tragically beautiful. I think you brought the images and even the pain to my conscious mind as I read. This poem was well put together from a technical point of view. The images behind the stanzas were disturbingly dramatic. You have my utmost respect and I hold you in the highest esteem. Great poem!!