The voice is a bit louder than usual tonight.

My wrists are tingling,

My thoughts continue racing and the urge to self destruct is desperately awakening.

I have to remember the aftermath feeling,

I have to continue living.

Self destruction is my form of wounds aching.

Thoughts,

Actions,

Feelings,

Then there is doing.

Self destruction is a heart bleeding and now it’s crying, beating, and giving the urge that my body is wanting.

The crave to hurt is a part of sad healing.

A battle.

Is it worth it?

To give in and give up all I know my body is craving?

My mind is a constant loop and now I fight,

I fight hard.

No matter the wanting, I wish no destruction on my body or my heart.

No matter how loud the voice is screaming, torturing, giving.

This battle is worth facing and maybe in the end I’ll win.