Urges

This is an old poem I found. It is worth posting here, I think.

A bright red scream down my arm

But I promised to do no harm

I want it, I need it now

An alternative, but how

I want to cut so bad

I’m angry iced over with sad

So much is going on for me

Internal chaos you can’t see

I hear the clock ticking loud

If I get through this I’ll be proud

I feel like I’m lost in the dark

Can’t I leave just one single mark

One to relieve and release the pain

I have everything to lose and nothing to gain

Still I want to follow through

You know the thing I want to do

What is my word worth in all of this

I struggle on, it’s hit and miss

Will the urges take over this time

Are they just waiting for my last rhyme

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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