This is unedited and very raw emotionally to me. It is part of my story as I am currently struggling with self harm. I just wanted to share it.

Voices Cut Through

Muffled, frozen
Covered, hidden
Fog drifts over
And settles in place

Film on my eyes
Sets me back from life
I can no longer tell
Reality from dream

Whispers make an appearance;
Worms carving through fruit
Darkness has descended
But still they push on

My senses glaze over
Trapped by onyx waves
Words swirl around me
Bringing only pain

I reach out for something
Anything to soothe
This torrential downpour
And give me breathing room

Hands guide me to a knife,
Scissors, a safety pin, a pencil
They say just one will stop them
But they continue still

Just one more, make a picture
Release the dam of inner thoughts
Another please to make it even
Maybe then they'll finally stop

Press harder. Draw blood
Shape of a star in my skin
Once it has scared
Itll happen all again

Then the shadows retreat
Pleased with themselves
I shrug on a sweater
To hide the marks on myself

I know they'll be back
Never gone for long
Time enough to heal
Then I'll hear their song

The voices never stop
They only seem to grow
I fight as long as I can
But nobody really knows

The strain these battles take
How hard fighting can be
The voices arent relenting
They're taking over me