My Own Villain...

by WanderingShade   May 25, 2016


With this knife in my hand,
One that has accidentily tasted my blood,
I look at my arms and wonder
Ponder where I should place the cut...

It doesn't have to be big,
Hell it doesn't have to be deep,
I just need to release this pain,
Give it something tangible...

I'll sit here and debate,
Look over every inch I can,
But i won't make it obvious,
No one will ever see the scars,
They never have,
And never will...

I'm good at hiding,
Good at never showing the pain,
This mask comes with it all,
Gloves and a suit,
I'll hide behind the guise of a hero,
So they never see me turn into my own villain...

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  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    A very deep, powerful poem that many people can relate too. It's hard to get out of any habit and I do believe this form of self destruction can become habit to many people. I don't cut but I can understand why some people do, to release pain though there are many different ways to release this. Depression can be a horrible thing to comprehend and I don't believe its ever fully gone.

    All the best, Em

  • 8 years ago

    by Mayday

    Self-injury = self-destruction. It's a really twisted form of release... ): (a long time ago I had the same terrible habit) this piece resonates and incase this is a personal vent- I just want to say that I really wish/hope that you'll find a way to love yourself more than this one day (because, that truly is where it starts, you know?) Anyway, it is quite a dark read indeed. x.x
    -Take care, ok?

    • 8 years ago

      by WanderingShade

      This poem is my Knife in this case... and I'll always survive that is my curse :P

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