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appalls, helplessness, hollow, intentions, loneliness, mutilation, pungent, quote, razor, self-inflicted, void
Red lines appear
As the razor pierces through her skin
Each cut deeper than the last
Closer to the vein
A classic case of self-inflicted pain
Blood trickles down profusely
Refusing to stop
As it falls on the marbled floor
Drop by drop
Her sore blood-stained hands
Search new places to injure
It’s the re-emergence of an old habit
Trying to fill this void of loneliness
This endless feeling of helplessness
The pungent smell appalls her to no end
Ashamed of being so weak
She promises to cease this form of self-mutilation
But even to her own ears
The words sound hollow
She knows her intentions will change again tomorrow
Bottled Up Sentiments. . 
You have no idea how much that means to me, but no, it isn’t about me. :)
Thank goodness! And thank you for your comment on the Bank Holiday Challenge, good to know you think it a brilliant concept – hope you don’t mind that I’ve taken it out (flow!) – and that you’re planning to join in :)
this seems mendacious, like the author themselves are taunting any who self-inflict. be they metaphorical wounds or real-life harms. makes me go, yes — well written. but not by a very nice person.
now if THAT was then an act, a surface hardening ….
People don’t realize cutting yourself can become an addiction. They rely on it rather than fixing the problem at hand. But it’s easier said than done. Help isn’t as easily available as people think and cutting becomes the last resort.
Very emotional. I really love this, as sad as it is.
Thank you Mercedes ! :)