Bleeding Through It All

Bleeding Through It All

Sometimes,
there is no reason;
living hurts
and you have to feel
something more.

Sometimes,
there is nothing;
blank emptiness inhabits
your body and you have to feel
anything.

A crisp bite from the
icy steel wand of
dark magic,
endorphins buzzing around your veins,
finally feeling something outside of
the crippling fog in your head.

Drop by drop,
crimson shame pools on the floor;
I am bleeding through it all,
the only way to
survive
is through self mutilation.

But my body is a map of
survival;
ragged, purple scars
reflecting this wounded warrior’s victories.

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