Writing, <br />depression setting in <br />but I can't stop. <br />Halfway through <br />I stop <br />and take out my knife. <br />Two long lines on my right <br />two long lines on my left <br />and another short line to match the long one on my left. <br />And one on my shoulder to top it all off. <br />And... <br />I loved it. <br />Ever second <br />I was digging that knife into my legs <br />my heart surged <br />and puffed out, <br />... it almost felt, whole again. <br />Why would anyone deny me that feeling? <br />Could you? <br />Even if it only lasts <br />temporarily? <br />Sheer happy bliss, <br />that's what I felt. <br />You can't imagine, <br />what it's like for me <br />to finally feel... whole. <br />It's amazing and wonderful and... <br />And I long to go back to that time, <br />when I don't have to remind myself to breath. <br />When I don't think <br />about all the bad things.<br /><br />Heart of Ice Die Die Die<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/almost-whole-again/
