Okay, i self harm and go to group therapy…our topic for discussion this week was to write a story about how we feel but in someone else’s point of view….can you tell me if its any good please?
Its title is Lost and Stranded…or am i?
Shewasn’tt lost, she knew exactly where she wanted to go…home.
But branded her own worst unwanted memory she cursed her forced love of those people and cast it away.
She was sat alone and cold next to the road.
No cars were passing…eerie yet soothing.
That brought her to her other emotion…stranded.
Unaware of her familiar surroundings that she neither had time or strength to examine the places she once knew.
Her scars are taking comfort in the skin wrapping her wrists.
She cut again yesterday…and today…unravelling the pleasure of the burning pain that follows…to numb the dark spiral of emptiness thats glued to her continuously.
The tingling in her fingers…the aching in her wrists…the guilt that chokes her soul.
Guilt…a dark colour…is she alone with it?
Or is all this in the discreet contentment of her own mind?