I look at myself... 1
Seeing this person2
I don’t always understand3
Or even want to know4
I ask myself how can 5
Anyone love such a soul6
I scrub and clean my hands7
Over and over again8
Willing myself not to9
I walk the streets10
Pockets filled with my hands11
I tell myself not to12
I stare at a book 13
It shakes madly in my hands14
I struggle so hard not to15
I look at myself...16
Clenching my hands17
I break the mirror18
Pick up the pieces 19
Its impossible not to20
Slashes and slices21
I don’t understand 22
I don’t want to know23
I just want it to stop 24
For a little while25
I wake up in blood26
I look at my hands27
I scream I told you not to28
Please somebody29
Hold on to my hands30
And help me not to.31
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So much raw emotion and pain in this one. It tore at my heart. It shook me to my core. Very well written
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Well T, you have done it again and brought tears to my eyes. I have dealt with self-injury in others and I know it is an addiction like many other addictions. I hope that you have the strength to overcome it.


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Again like I read more and more from you makes me feel good inside .I love this poem.believe me I check every afternoon to see if u posted something new
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Well I can tell you one thing... never in my life have I read a poem that has had the word "hands" in it so many times, but I see where your going... however... on the other side, how can I put this lightly... it was fuckin' brilliant, totally hit home for me, I can't say that I know whats going through your head, mate, but I can say I have similar thoughts.
So...your in the bucket of Franks, eh? Sounds bloody brilliant, wow... I don't think I have said anything that sarcastic in a while.
Either way, bloomin' good work, keep it up!
Rypere

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*reaches over to grab your hands* I'll help you all I can from way over here.
Simply beautiful.

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I don’t always understand
Or even want to know
I ask myself how can
Anyone love such a soul
Those words rung so true in my body, mind and soul. I always ask myself. In every relationship - nearly everyday how can somebody love me. How? Why? I don't deserve it..
You are an amazingly, raw writer and I really appreciate you posting this. It is beautiful.
Blair


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