Death Over Pain

It’s still on my mind, the pain I can’t ignore.
I told him to leave and he walked out the door.
A terrible hurt has filled me full
How could I have ever been so cruel?
I’d much rather die than live the lie of
Thinking he’ll come back through tears shed from eyes.
The stinging I feel after the razor is done,
Gives me control, but tonight, leaves me numb.
The hurt I inflicted was done by mistake,
I’ve learned a new lesson as my heart aches.
The other hurt I inflict, the one that seems unreal,
Well, that’s the one I use to control how I feel.
But before you judge me, please ascertain,
The reason I cut and want death over pain.
Death over Pain.
Death over Pain.
Death over Pain,
I will obtain.


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