I was once one.
Always taking the rout of the knife,
to cure the dark pain inside of me.
Leaning on the feeling of the sharp silvery edge,
to take away my darkness inside.
I once was numb,
unable to feel a thing,
not able to tell from life and death.
Lost without words,
and alive with no feeling,
with only the blade to awaken me,
for just a moment.
Life was once gone,
I wasn't able to see
Trapped in the darkness forever
seeing only darkness
and feeling only emptiness.
Alone with one to hear me shout,
but the sharp blade
that was hidden under my pillow.
I once had tears that I
was unable to cry.
Pain,
I was once unable to let free
Dark thoughts that where trapped
inside my mind
haunting me for days.
Cutting,
was once my only friend,
my only feeling
And my own blood,
as my tears and pain,
bleeding out of me
and setting me free.
The very carvings in my flesh
the long deep lines in my legs
the scared of my pain,
tell the story of my life
and the journey I had
through my dark paths of my life.
Reminds me of the time,
that I traveled through the roads
of no light
no feeling
and no joy.
They remind me
That I am Alive.
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Submission Name: I was once one
