Self Mutilation
He sits there in silence,
His fingers slowly progressing
Towards the only instrument of control.
The metal is cold within his grasp,
He blocks all sound out with his music,
Not wanting to be disturbed..
Not wanting to be heard..
The breaking of the skin
Sends waves of pain through his arm.
...Sends a sense of control through him.
He doesn't want to stop,
He likes control.
Soon more breaks in his skin,
Each one just a bit deeper
Each one just a bit meaningful.
Each one... Just assisting with ending it all.
He closes his eyes, his friends pass through his head.
Their reactions:
Their love for him.
Their anger towards him.
Their sorrow and guilt.
They feel that they could have helped.
"No one can help me..." his voice glides calmly yet cold.
"Nothing is going to get better."
His mind in a jumble,
His life, to him, ruined.
He stands at his bathroom mirror,
Eyes becoming blurry
He can feel himself sinking into the blackness.
"Goodbye..." he whispers, before falling
for the final time.
He sits there in silence,
His fingers slowly progressing
Towards the only instrument of control.
The metal is cold within his grasp,
He blocks all sound out with his music,
Not wanting to be disturbed..
Not wanting to be heard..
The breaking of the skin
Sends waves of pain through his arm.
...Sends a sense of control through him.
He doesn't want to stop,
He likes control.
Soon more breaks in his skin,
Each one just a bit deeper
Each one just a bit meaningful.
Each one... Just assisting with ending it all.
He closes his eyes, his friends pass through his head.
Their reactions:
Their love for him.
Their anger towards him.
Their sorrow and guilt.
They feel that they could have helped.
"No one can help me..." his voice glides calmly yet cold.
"Nothing is going to get better."
His mind in a jumble,
His life, to him, ruined.
He stands at his bathroom mirror,
Eyes becoming blurry
He can feel himself sinking into the blackness.
"Goodbye..." he whispers, before falling
for the final time.
