Hell have no fury like a man with a blade
Cutting out emotions that you’ve made.
Physical beatings assault and rape,
That’s what it was, now my minds in a state.
To end my life would be so much fun
But I can’t get my hands on a weapon like a gun
So I’m gonna have a go to put a pause in this pain
With a blade in my hand I’m gonna blood drain.
If any of the issues in this poem affect you support is available in a great many countries and online.
P.S. My poetry can be quite intense. I am OK. Writing is recovery
P.S. My poetry can be intense. I AM OK. Writing is recovery.
I am aware that people do get worried about the starkness of my writing. It’s drawn from a variety of experiences. Some my own, and some of others. Please let me reassure you that I am really OK. I write from the heart and the words come as they will. I feel the need to write this disclaimer because this poem is disturbing. Please please seek help if you are struggling.