Again

A short poem about self hurting

AGAIN

I did it again...

I promised myself I would stop,
but it is too hard.

It has been over a year,
but still the memories linger,
Of how good I felt.

As I sit on the bathroom floor;
watching my wrist,
I take the knife,
'n letting it slide.

Not too deep
Not too shallow.

Just enough,

to witness the trickle of
that first trickle of blood,
slowly breaching by skin.
Another reminder,
one more scar.
It will not last -

But the feeling!

The feeling of being in control,
the feeling of freedom;
the feeling of making my own choice,
as the knife barely kisses my wrist.

It is enough for now.

It is just what I needed,
for the moment.

I promised I would stop
but I slipped again...

Maybe this was the last time,
but maybe not
I will try,
but no promises can be made,
but try I shall !

Until,
the urge strikes again.

Again...

Thanks to ~LifeLessons~ for helping me with this poem!
You helped me write it in another way I had not thought of!