Today, I hurt myself.
This pain was more than familiar.
I hurt myself, and I didn't mean to.
But the cut stung, and I felt the fire.
I hurt myself, and though I meant not to,
It ached and it bled.
Many tears I shed.
There's no one to blame.
Just me and the presence of my shame.
It is the one in the mirror I must face.
Only to myself, I ask for grace.
Today, I lacerated my heart.
I fed myself lies I knew were made of dust.
I let myself get burned, let myself get cut.
My heart shriveled away, leaving behind my trust.
I hurt myself, but I'll be okay.
Even as tears blind my sight and my heart feels hollow,
As long as my breath follows, I will live to love
Another day.
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Food For Thought
Poetry"Food for Thought" serves as a journey of reflection and rediscovery to help you heal from hurt. Through the author's vivid imagery, you'll be transported to a place of deeper understanding and insight, where you can explore the complexities of life...
