The feelings were overwhelming inside.
Building up till I couldn’t contain them.
My emotions warred and my skin prickled.
My flesh was prostrate, begging to be cut.
I couldn’t understand this compulsion.
Never experienced this urge before.
Options appeared to be slice up or die.
Took the first step. Placed the glass to my skin.
Started off timid, than pushed harder still.
Dragged the shard on my thigh and watched blood bloom.
Blood left my body, as did bad feelings.
My flesh was sacrificed for emotions.
The feelings rushed out. I found my reprieve.
Relief was temporary, I soon learned.
Shame hit me so hard I couldn’t stand up.
The guilt grabbed my lungs to restrict my breath.
Regret. Remorse. Unmarred never again.
Thought it was a one-time thing. I was wrong.
This desire is holding me captive.
Just when I think it’s gone, it’s back again.
This is to be my albatross for life.