I Hate Myself For Hurting You

Poem By Marie Rider

I hate myself for hurting you
Something I never meant to do
If only I could take it back
Get our lives back on track
Instead I bought a razor blade
And with it tiny cuts I made
Not enough to bleed to death
Just enough to catch my breath
It hurt a lot, but I need more
To forget I’m such a whore
Each time the slicing pain recedes
I’ll make another and watch it bleed
Bits of hatred oozing red
Leaking from my heart and head
If only it could bring relief
For more than moments o so brief

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