Pushing. Poem by Sonya Khan
Pushing.
The hits don't hurt me,
I no longer feel the shoves,
The cuts are and vibrant.
Fresh and splurging blood.
That's when it hurts,
When its all over
When I look at my body,
shaking, quaking.. no longer in control
My day, my recent overdose of pain
When I ask myself if I'm okay
I know I'm not
I accept I'm disturbed, I feel it
I did it.
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