Sometimes it feels better to deny myself
Pleasures or water or food
When I’m bad
Sometimes it feels better to cut myself
Inside and out
Of my skin
See my blood run, feel it coagulate
On the skin above the
Denial of abuse
Swirling inside this depression
Is so familiar, like looking
Out from behind glass
It’s raining on my side and as the
Tears create streaks inside
I wonder,
Maybe if let them flow long
Enough, they’ll erode
This pain
And I can finally know what it’s like to be normal.
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From Where She Stands 