Literature
Relief
Tearing, scratching, clawing, killing,
Inside, all on the inside.
No visible wounds, but
It hurts. Hurts too much to be real.
Unreal pain. Oh haha.
Enough.
I must, must have some relief.
A distraction from this hell inside.
I bleed and cry.
Tearing, cutting, clawing at my skin,
Finding relief in the rivers,
Little scarlet rivers,
So beautiful, such relief.
Strange, a tiny thing would give this much relief.
I can think, breathe, live and go on;
Stopping to cut the pain,
Cutting back at the demon.