I tear myself into pieces
Origami swans shredded into atoms
Cleaved apart by my own hands
Scrambling to make purchase against flesh
This is not self harm
This is a reminder that I am real
Sometimes battle scars are self-inflicted
Would you judge me if I told you that mine are?
My heart races like a herd of mustangs
Thundering down into the ravine,
never to surface on the other side
Trapped and left to starve
This is the beginning of the descent
Bear trap snapped around my brain
Dragging me backwards into my own personal Hell
Kicking and screaming the whole way
I do not write poems anymore.
This is my confession.
Forgive me, father,
for I will continue to sin.