Loneliness

just a pinch
just a scratch
just a graze 
don’t worry about that 

just a mark 
just a burn 
here is where this takes an evil turn

mummy doesn’t kiss my cuts better anymore 
or help me sleep like she did before
instead i’m all alone on the bathroom floor 
with a razor in my hand, 
just one more?

-unKnown Person
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Allison Avatar
February 24, 2020 at 6:14 PM
Having worked with a student who used to self harm I am chocked up reading your lines Keiera. she has a troubled upbringing when her parents separated and told me she did to 'so she knew she was still alive' so often parents aren't aware as the marks are covered up with long sleeves:-( hugs Jan xx
Pooley Avatar
October 20, 2020 at 1:53 PM
i am so sorry to hear that but i’m glad i could write something that you could touch you in this way. for me, self harm is an outlet and a hard addiction to quit, i always intend to explain my feelings through words as i tend to keep my mouth closed more than i should... sending hugs back - keiera xx
Adams Avatar
November 2, 2019 at 3:14 PM
this one is too real... my parents caused most my pain, they never saw the cuts, never knew even when they went to their graves...it was well hidden... hugs!
Pooley Avatar
October 20, 2020 at 1:55 PM
i am so sorry to hear that. that must be very upsetting and heartbreaking for you to have had to go through. i hope you aswell as those cuts have healed... you deserve happiness. sending hugs - keiera xx
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