Have you ever felt barbaric as you perched over the kitchen sink?
Teeth gritted pain, hand clutching the exposed wound stung by the fresh air
I have.
Have you ever felt the remorse after you already jumped the gun?
Pushing on your skin for the rush you want so bad
I have.
Have you ever felt high enough to repeat the unspeakable process?
Knife ready, head full of debate
I have.
Have you ever tried to resist the rich red river?
Despite your earnest attempts
I have.
Have you ever dug deeper than originally intended?
Gouging the soft, vulnerable flesh to shreds
I have.
I have already taken those strides to what people point and gawk
The god-awful word we have been dubbed
We have been christened wide of the mark called “normal“
But are we not just humans striving for love, no matter how big or small?
Are we not just animals looking for a way out?
Are we not just lost souls stranded in the rain?
Have you ever felt that veiling the scars were not enough?
Tugging at your sleeves, the band-aids and lies
I have.
Have you ever felt everyone could penetrate through the clothes?
Seeing the weak, abused, and blemished body
I have.
Have you ever felt what you’ve done had made all worse
Torn between addiction and regret
I have.
Have you ever felt it would never come to a standstill?
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Our never ending tune of life
Drip, drop, drip, drop
