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Strange Satisfaction

I've long known that I take perverse pleasure
In seeing other people suffer from my ways of torture,
But I never knew that I'd long to see my blood
Flowing down my arm in a bright crimson flood.

From this strange pleasure comes my kind of pride
Though I know it's merely Depression's dark bride,
Whenever I see my scars, I see strange bravery;
Whenever I see my scars, I see invincibility.

Yes, I'm aware that it's a strange satisfaction,
That will most sooner or later lead to my destruction,
But until I find someone who makes me unafraid,
My support will always be in that sharp silver blade.

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Anne-Marie Coreggia April 29, 2017 at 7:39 AM I hope you will find a certain solace in the release of your beautiful and sad poetry Franchesca, and maybe share it with someone close:) Amitiés

Phil Capitano April 29, 2017 at 7:15 AM Very sad Franchesca; focus on what you bring to the world (writing), you don't need someone else to complete you, you are perfect in all your flaws.