No More Pain
+14I slip through the night in a hazy spell
Wake up hungover, but nobody can tell
My stomach lurches, my eyes can’t focus
I look like shit but nobody will notice
This drinking thing has gotten out of control
But at least it helps to fill the hole
The hole in my heart that keeps me awake
The emptiness beneath my ribs that I cannot seem to take
Everyone has ceased to care if I live another day
I guess by now they know I’ll do all I can to throw it away
I sit on the bed crying and looking at the ceiling
Trying to rid myself of this empty, guilted feeling
I know the only thing that can take it away
Is my overused razorblade
I pull out my little friend and stare at the shining blade
All of my thoughts turn into a blur of colours and shapes
This has become a ritual I cannot resist
The inseparable bond of razorblade and wrist
I slice and cut away the depression and shame
The guilt trip that I can’t seem to break
When I am finished, I lie down on the bed
My heartbeat pounding loud in my head
I feel utterly drained
But at least, you know, I’m no longer in pain
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
