Clenched teeth
hands fisted
urge to run away from all the thoughts
a sparkle of the blade
a perfect escape
anger may seep out with the blood

pen and paper
to the mighty aid
some graffiti may do the job

addictions over addictions
I’m building weaknesses

blog craze…diary writing…sketching…self-torture…
i have tried them all…

This poem was written/submitted by Igty.