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.
Copyright © Fm Rt | Year Posted 2017
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