before i had a different story, but with recent going on's i felt i wanted to have the truth some people don't get protection even when anonymous i added what i cut a few years ago, changed things, and came out with something different that i wasn't sure i wanted to put in the edit. don't really enjoy it but can't say i'm given a choice. so this is it.
In the living room
Next to the fire
Warm, contented
Yet cold and yearning
Craft knife poised
I use those whitehot coals
To slowly tentatively
Clean my blade
My shirt falls to the floor
Revealing pale flesh
Waiting, wanting
Somehow begging
For the blade
My first line
Short and deliberate
An inch of pain
Drawn clean and pure
Another follows
Two holes in my fa?ade
Laying bare my pain
Parading my anguish
Blood congeal
Panic re-lights
The act I frowned upon
the condemnations I passed
all right and all wrong
I never knew it was like this
What else can follow?
Self-contempt, revolution?
Disgust and their ease?
A new understanding comes
I am what I hated
The rest that follow
All merge to one
Shallow cuts
Breaking shallow promise
Now I?m the one begging
for the circle never stops
Loathing to blood to loathing
the cuts too addictive
The lines too reassuring
Pain made measurable
Anguish made tangible
My secret act
My secret hatred
Concealed now
Hidden from all others
In a vain bid
To protect myself
Then that fateful day
When I let my secret run
A once trusted friend
Turning from fear , shock
disgust and disappointment
A betrayal at the worst time
From the worst corner
Deepening the hole
Multiplying the scars
The circle widens
Trust constantly misplaced
And my circle decreases
Fewer left to trust
So many more to fear
Then comes compassion
Support and confidence
An allegiance at the best time
From an unsuspected corner
I?ll be dragged out my hole
Rebuilt by those who love
Compelled through it
Made better made stronger
Pale flesh heals
Friendships don?t
Pain is never forever
Neither are friends
Now maybe someday
I can help another
Break the fa?ade
See the pain
Fix the suffering
Cure the loneliness
And understand the doubt
For a code is created
But those on the other side
A code of conduct
I?ll never be the betrayal
Instead I?ll be the map
For any other lost
Within the labyrinth
Of self harm