Sore (an X-mas self-harmers diary entry)

[sparkle_jez]

Sore.

Stuck in a cycle again,
Round and round,
I know where this leads,
Watch me fall to the ground

I hurt myself again,
And I can't break free,
My arms are sore,
I'm just a child in need,

It's christmas again,
Jingle bells,
But its just a hassle,
That I could do without,

All i want is someone,
To nurse me keep me safe,
Wrap me in bandages,
Sterilise my disgrace

 

[Rollingrrl]

oh sweetheart, I know about being sore. But you've gotta trust me on this one, writing about it, is much better than doing it. and you know you can call me anytime, continents be damned!

On the actual writing, the flow is very good and your wording is just perfect. I liked the additional meaning you add when you use the actual physical action of sterilizing a wound and turn it into a more emotional and personal thing. great work hon!

{{{{Pete}}}}