My Choice Poem by Celia Acosta

My Choice



My nasty addiction
My little white lie
My beautiful incision
My body numbs the cry

My blood running
My heart slowly beats
My fingertips numbing
My secret defeats

My secret is safe
My beautiful incisions
My promise to break

My scars show the pain
My tears are no more
My heartache no more

My addiction
My lie
My incision
My choice to die

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