Shards of Insanity
Self-harming cries out for help,
from a pit of depression.
For like a ghost, happiness
seems scary and elusive.
Those who are cutting reject
trite platitudes of pity.
For their pain hurts and has been
festering inside since birth.
Shards of insanity cut
into insignificance.
And reality adapts
to constant agitation.
Sparked by emotional needs,
panic ignites kindled nerves.
And only cutting can dull
anxiety's sharpened edge.
The beat of your aching heart
increases as steel cuts flesh.
And yet, for a chance to feel,
you slip into submission.
Relief accompanies the
flow of blood fleeing your veins.
And you feel alive inside
as endorphins numb your pains.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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