Yeah, so I've dabbled,
dabbled pretty deep,
until blood drew,
and not just one line
there were quite a few...
Deep and distracting
catching every one's eye,
there were no excuses,
something hard to deny.
The thrill of it all,
makes me lose a piece
of myself,
like it's been taken away,
sat at the very top
of a shelf.
Out of reach,
gone for good,
it's a complicated thing
many have not understood.
The pain keeps me
further away from the edge,
because see, without it,
I lean closer
towards that ledge.
Inspired by the book Impulse written by Ellen Hopkins
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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