A Poem: Wash My Hurt Away.

I’ve fallen more times than I can count,

Searching for the reason behind my self-doubt,

Broken, a man apart, I’m lost, always alone,

Tired of the misery, this agony all I’ve ever known,

I look at my hands, the blood stained knife,

Weeping drops from my own worthless life,

It helps me feel, gets me through,

With old scars raw, opened anew,

Crimson tears fall, they run down my arms,

A legacy of pain, from my times of self-harm,

I put pen to paper, find words I cannot say,

I wish I could erase you, finally wash my hurt away…..

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Written partly because I can be a miserable fucker at times and also partly due to the daily prompt: Paper

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