I cut my hand on purpose.
I severed my palm.
I wanted to know if it would ease my mind,
to answer some unknown thoughts.
I cut my hand on purpose.
It did not bleed or hurt.
Some part of me is unsatisfied,
yet the other is glad.
It hides as a simple paper cut.
No one will ever know.
Because I do not plan on ever causing something worse.
I admit I feel the broken skin,
averaged against keys.
And it leaves me feeling full of guilt,
and a little bit of peace.
I finally did it.
I finally gave in.
I finally showed my pain.
For just one second,
I'm not longer trying to make something better.
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can sleep.
Because this feeling eats me away
until I've nothing left to steep.
The problem is
I don't know.
I don't know what hurts.
It all does.
I don't want to feel happiness until I feel safe within myself.
Do not mislead me with the physical.
Because outside I am fine.
But beware your actions because sometimes I'll think you blind.
Please know that I'm okay.
But I'm fighting battles today.
So I want to be on purpose.
I want to live my life.
I want to die.
I want to shine.
I want to be on purpose.
~RememberThoseDreams
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