The pit of my stomach
It feels like it's been carrying this impending weight
Of emotions that have made me reach insanity
The sinking heart holds a thousand unknowns
That my mind knows not
The beauty in the pain
Like the first cigarette on a winter morning
Hits right back home
A single slit
And I watch slowly the pain leaving my body
Dripping down to the cold floor
With half hearted promises of people
That don't matter anymore...
The blade in a little deeper
Skin still holds its shape
But am I revelling the pain
Have I started to enjoy it again ?
The final push and a final surge
It is as far I can go
As near to death I have been
The lonely nights where I've held my stomach and cried
The mornings where I've tried to smile
In this moment they do not matter anymore
The throbbing pain of my wrist
In the morning would be a little sore
The dripping red gold
Is a work of art isn't it ?
If too much of it is gone
Can kill you
But just enough
Could help you clear the road...
You know that sinking feeling of your heart
Where you feel a hundred glasses shatter at a time.
The slit on my left wrist is a beautiful piece of my artestic mind,
And it's addiction has been an art of mine...


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Srishti Binwani
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