Ideas

It came to me. In the dead of night. These little ideas. Snippets, rather. Not fully formed. Words that long to be written. The darkness wants to be expressed. My scars want to share their story. The desire to express it. Ideas on how. It all came to me. And the path is illuminated. That…

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Even after a little over two years, I sometimes feel the temptation. My arm got a little cut. A small little ouchie. Nothing to fret over. Yet. Moments later.... I felt it. The excitement. The anticipation. The need for more. The demons giggled. Giggled. They tried to pet my hair.  The darkness skittered on the…

I saw a cat that reminded me of my childhood pet. I felt sad. Cut. Cut. Cut. I saw a group of girls giggling. Why can't I be part of that? No one likes me. Cut. Cut. Cut. I had a nightmare. I woke up in a panic. Cut. Cut. Cut. I got yelled at.…

Every time I took a blade to my flesh, the world went quiet as could be. My demons leaned over my shoulder, they encouraged me.   The world was so silent. Except for their call. I heard nothing except them. I was giving them all.   Once I felt that sharp sting, the world exploded.…

My mind grows and shrinks.  My life has skated along the edge. I have been to countless brinks. Always, I have come back. Once, I would give it all To get to that ledge, feel the high. I would push myself to fall. I desired. I was addicted. My mind was afflicted. All I wanted…