Self Abuse
The blood on my arm The scars that it leaves are all just reminders That no one believes.

I can't cope with life I know that it's wrong I can't tell my friends So I have to be strong.

The pain is the pleasure The victim, the skin Victorious in battle, But the war I can't win.

I cannot control The events that occur, But this I direct. Outside life is a blur.

If I did not release All my pain with a knife These cuts would be deeper Than scars on my life.

Before you can judge me Please ask, I'll explain What has happened to me That has caused so much pain.

I am not alone. I am not insane. It's not a failed suicide. I don't cut the vein.

I bring to the surface The pain I can't feel. What's in sight is in mind, And that pain is too real.

--Daryl Molen

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