**Trigger Warning**

The welts are angry and raised red
from last night
the knife felt like freedom
for a small-time
the drips of blood
cascaded down my fingers
felt like pain
being released from my body
I sobbed alone on the kitchen floor of that house
while he slept
or smoked, or did God knows what
and pulled the blade across my pillowy skin
opening it in patterns of crisscrosses on my inner wrist
and then I slept on the tile
too numb to move
or keep crying
wishing to God
I had the courage to just get up and leave.

Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Love, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, PTSD, Self Esteem, self-care, Suicide, Writing


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