Another sad poem

story of my life

TW!!!!!

In the silence of her empty room

She found solace in the glint of steel

The sharp edge against her skin

Brought a fleeting sense of relief

Each cut a whispered symphony

Of pain and release intertwined

A crimson dance upon her flesh

A temporary escape from the chaos within

But with each slice, she lost herself

A little more with every drop of blood

Her identity fading with each scar

Until she was a mere shadow of who she once was

The knives became her only companions

Their cold touch her only solace

But as she traced the lines of her broken skin

She yearned to find herself within the wreckage

So she set down the knives, embraced the pain

And began the arduous journey back to herself

With each step, she reclaimed her lost soul

And learned to find beauty in her brokenness