Forced Recovery.

My arms scream for the blade

That I left at home

My blood cries out

To be let free

I don’t want to cut

But my arms itch for it

What is wrong with me

To need this so bad

I’m so glad I left the blade

So far away

So I can have some respite

From so much blood.


The Lonely Recluse.

~ by The Lonely Recluse on September 20, 2012.

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