On the boy who told me self harm is stupid
Your ignorance must be bliss
To not know the razor blade tongue
Slowly slicing soft skin
To not know sanity silently slipping away
To not know cinders burning into wrists
It must be nice
It was not stupid
It was clawing through teenage angst to find solace in absence
It was slipping down slippery slopes into white noise and grey skies
It was finding demons in safest havens
It was not stupid
It was mechanical madness
It was masochistic massacre
It was hell
It was not stupid
It was playing doctor
It was trying to surgically sever the sadness growing inside you like a tumor
Taking over bones blood mind lungs and heart
It was I Still don't have a license to practice medicine
It was popping pills to paint grey skies blue again
It was these pills aren't working.
It was trying to desperately color these grey skies but only getting red in color
Because your only brush is a little too sharp
It was not stupid
It was scars engraved in bones
It was reaching for stars that burned too bright
It was putting up too much of a fight when you don't know what You're fighting for
It was as much as not knowing as knowing too much
It was sadness spreading like a plague
It was not stupid
It was sad
It was coping.
It was a cry for help
Short sleeves in public not acceptable
Relationship with a razor not acceptable
Picture perfect image projected by the media reject not acceptable
The stigma surrounding self harm is not acceptable
It was concoction of comatose common sense
Lusting for control
It was nostalgia tainted with a bittersweet embrace
Contradiction
Confliction
Self infliction
A victims illness is not their identity
A victims illness is not her identity
I too have wanted to open myself
Unzip my veins and let the secrets spill out
I slipped down a slippery slope into sacred silence
Blood drips along wrists
Blisters run down arms
Tongue trails down tears
Callused razor kisses skin
It was not stupid
I was not stupid
We are not stupid
Darling you are no exception
They tell you to be okay
To just hold on until may
Relapse relapse relapse...
Don't split skin over the
Boy who told you you’re made of sin
So to the boy who told me
Self harm is stupid
Just because our wrists may be slit does not mean
You cannot listen to the rhymes we spit
We are not weak
We are not stupid
We have battle scars
We are
Infinite
While you are indefinite
Our endeavors are successful
While your pleas are ineffectual
Our power is perpetual
We are not stupid