Somber Sunday
By WinglessFaith
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.
PS: If you chose to comment, please be respectful.
Comments on "Somber Sunday"
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On Thursday, November 6, 2014, Pride Ed
(107) wrote:
As I've said before, I didn't want to think you were doing this. I hope all is well now, well for at least one of us anyway. And as always, beautiful poems! And I'll still hold everything you've written down if you want me too. *hugs*
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A former member wrote:
You have my respect. I know how pain is only a feeling and when all feeling seems "dead", its all one has. mine was simply taken out on others. I hope you can find a way to feel more than pain, I hope that for us both.