Maybe I Do Need a Psychiatrist...

Banging,
scraping, tears.
Blackness. Hitting,
crying again. So frustrating
-vicious cycle- wearing me down.
unable to escape.

Trapped inside myself again, isolation’s self-imposed.
At least until I tried to leave, my key’s gone from the door.

Starting so simple, a problem of mine. Obsessions sank in.
The other part of me. Now I keep trying though it’s no use. I can’t let me go.

Sitting, thinking, try again. Failure, anger, lashing out.
Crying, screaming, punish myself. Falling, then numb
finally. Afterwards, all over
again.




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Poetry copyright 2002 fireflyhotaru. Don't steal. I have a new chainsaw, and I'm just itching to try it out...