I Wish
I know this doesn’t fit in with the theme of my blog but i wrote this and its basically a poem about skin disorders and idk how to explain it but it was on my mind and i wrote it coz i had like a really bad flare up and shit. Okay im gonna stop and here you guys go :)
I wish
I wish,
I could wake up and not be
In pain.
To go to bed knowing I won’t
tear at my own skin.
And maybe,
For once,
Just sleep.
I may not be asking for much,
But, in my world, my body,
This request is insane.
“There is no cure”
For this bleeding heart, bleeding mind,
Bleeding skin,
Falling apart.
I wish,
I could let the tears flow freely,
Without leaving scars across my
Face.
Stitches won’t help with the
Healing.
It may not be cancer,
I have no disability,
But the pain I am in
No one can understand.
“Just get over it,”
“There’s worse,”
Is what they say, handing me
Pills and chemicals
To get through,
Maybe just a
Day.
I wish,
That I could just breathe!
They say that self-harm is wrong,
To hurt yourself is deemed insane,
But I’ve been doing it for 15 years,
Without a blade.
These scabs, wounds and scars,
Don’t,
Won’t,
Get a chance to heal
Because,
“There is no cure”
“I should get over it,”
“There’s worse”
Than living a life,
Where,
Your skin is the curse.
