Somber Sunday

Closer than I've ever been
To committing a rather selfish sin
Behind the child-like charm 
Is the desire to do more then just harm 
I have started a collection
I'm remodeling God's perfection
Now to my Father I will explain 
Beneath that slit was a vein 
The mark was not severe 
But to my own destruction I was near
There is no need
No reason to bleed
An object a piece of skin
Father I want to know all that is within
But if the next time I don't live
Me I won't ask you to forgive


A bit of back story/Side note. I wrote this after making a dime-size hole in myself. Seven hours later, the bleeding had not stopped. I never got dizzy or passed out, but I was not alone... The friend that witness the mess called the ambulance. I was locked up in the behavioral clinic for three days. Why am I sharing this? Cause I know there are people like me hiding on DP. This is me reaching out to those hurting and hiding a secret... a secret that is ripping them apart. Please seek help. It does not have to be from a doctor. Start with your closest friend. At least that way if anything ever happens someone has some answers. It helps to have someone that it's okay, not to be okay around. Please tell at least one person. You, would be surprised by the amount of love people have for you.

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