sometimes I miss the destruction
sometimes I miss giving in
sometimes I miss the comfort
even though I know it is a sin
sometimes I miss staring at the wall
and letting my head bang into it
sometimes I miss the way it feels
sometimes I miss it just a little bit
sometimes I just want to do it again
just to remember what it feels like to me
I sit and tremble cause I know I got to fight it
or else the addiction will grow and I won't break free
I made a promise to you that I intend to keep
so I will fight even though sometimes I miss it so
I will not grab the weapon and I will back from the wall
when this urge to hurt myself comes I will stand and say "no"
congratulations on saying 'no'. it takes a great amount of power and courage to stop self injury. you are a great person and do care for yourself. your poetry is beautiful and shows what a deep person you are. Keep writing. Beth.