The lines cross my skin. <br />My story of scars. <br />Pink and fading. <br />I haven't cut. <br /> <br />Each day is a struggle. <br />To be free of it's grasp. <br />Coming closer to release. <br />I haven't cut. <br /> <br />I try to understand. <br />All the reasons why. <br />Waiting for normalcy. <br />I haven't cut. <br /> <br />Explain the excuses. <br />While waiting for evidence. <br />To fadeaway. <br />I haven't cut. <br /> <br />I haven't cut, in a while. <br />I just need normalacy. <br />I can't cut again. <br />For I want to be free. <br />Just tear from the blade. <br />And find new release. <br />A way to escape. <br />To finally be me.<br /><br />Silence Dogood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-thought-i-controled-it-but-it-controled-me/
