Self Torture Feels Like Home

I clean my cuts with alcohol,
Just to make me scream,
I knock myself out,
Just to live my wildest dream.

I cry until a rivers formed,
For me to jump in and drown,
Id love to be invisible,
Just so I don't look like a clown.

I break my bones,
Cut my arms and on my hip,
I bite for pleasure,
Then in the alcohol, my wrist I dip.

My eyes wide with shock,
But I'm by alone birds of a feather,
Together we do flock,
Bound to earth by a strong tether.

I'm not alone,
But it's how I feel,
One of these days it will be the end,
I just won't be able to deal.

Author's Note

Any review is greatly appeciated (: thanks

-a.

Reviews

[Samoda]

this is really really good. people don't learn to appreciate thoughts that differ from the norm but i thought you presented them exceptionally!

[(Super) Heroes Never Di..]

I think this really illustrates the stuggle that comes with addiction to self harm -- in pain comes pleasure. I think the last stanza really backs up the message you're trying to instill in the reader.
I hope this isnt how you really feel. But this was written very nicely. There are in fact, some flow issues. But I think if you wanted to play on the fact that you're going crazy because of your addiction, you could use that to your advantage.

[MarchAprilMayJuneJuly]

I think you have a good idea going here; you just need to work on flow and rhythm of it. Also, make sure your point is clear, and try not to repeat the same thoughts in the same way unless there is intended repetition.