This is me

by

Katherine Tildes

This is me jumping off my bridge
falling onto the scratchy pavement below.
This is me raking my nails against my skin,
drawing blood to make the other pain go away.
This is me hating myself for the destruction
I wrought against myself and others.
This is me digging inside of myself
and ripping out my heart,
running over it with a Mac truck and
beating the remains with a anvil.

I cannot stop this pain,
this hate,
this rage that whirls inside of me.
I cannot make these thoughts stop
swirling in tornadoes.
I cannot wish the wrongs to be made right,
nor the downs to be ups.

I don't know where I'm going,
who I'm going there with,
or why I am on this path.
I don't know many of the answers
to my life,
and I can't find the questions anyhow.

I know why I take drugs
and run away
and scratch til I bleed;
I must stop the chaos.
I must run away.

Who will save me from myself?

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by: Hay Machine
from: Dublin, Ireland

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