I want to cut,
to bleed today,
but it’s been three months,
I can’t throw that away.
A craving like no other.
A beast I’m scared to face.
It takes me to a dark world.
And it feels like my place.
But I don’t want to be there,
I want to run away.
This beast could kill me,
and I want to live another day.
Fighting dread with hope.
Hope for what I don’t know.
Perhaps it’s hope that one day,
this beast will go.
Poetry
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Just let you know I may be young , but your poem feels like it cut you deep when you made it. It is a very great poem in congratulations on a wonderful peace of art.
Thank you so much! The poem satisfied the urge. I’m glad that you appreciated it! Best wishes!