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Looking into the mirror that is me

Who am I? What am I? What is it that I want? There are too many questions and too few answers.
6 years ago. August 18, 2017 at 7:21 AM

I look down at my leg
Well this has been fun
I feel the guilt rising
What have I done

I have cut thru layers
The layers of me
What is it found?
It's not only blood I see

I see the hurt and the anguish
The the sadness and pain
The darkness surrounds me
I want to cut again

Footsteps behind me
As you walk into the room
The blade slices downwards
The end will come soon

Over me you stand
Taking the blade from me
The anger in your eyes
Is hard for me to see

"How dare you do that
And hurt what is mine"
I lower my eyes in shame
No, I am not fine

You were gone for too long
And I lost control
The darkness inside me
Overwhelmed my poor soul

I need you here with me
To guide and to teach
To own me completely
Keeping the blade out of reach

You give me stability
The firm hand I need
I am so lost without you
I don't want to bleed

I am yours completely
I submit to your will
I want you to use me
Your desires fulfill

By giving myself to you
I know who I am
I am comfortable in my skin now
I have a new plan


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