This is a poem. I don't think it needs any more of an introduction. |
The ambulance driver said “Self harm” fast to expunge the memory of the words? or just professionalism? like a bomb diffuser asking for wire cutters? a hint of embarrassment a hint of “We’d better stay away from this kid” I have a social disease except it’s really self medication focusing my mind on another problem it’s already narrowed after all a pain seeking missile locked on target I might have coursework deadlines my flatmate’s girl might be unfaithful but that’s like tears in the rain the first cut is the deepest but from there common knowledge fades as I dare my self on for the other wounds the blood isn’t a river pool and droplets have left my vocabulary it’s just soldiers in red uniforms marching straight forward my emotions are locked out my body is frozen I am too busy watching the red to feel blue I wanted to know agony I only sketched a map to merriment’s tomb the mark God gave to Cain or a sign that reads “Broken!” I am now a wiser, weaker man because I know life’s surest truth if you hurt another, you both cry if you scar yourself, it’s only you who knows it |