• Silent eyes watch a world
    Understanding she does not belong
    Others feel they have some worth
    But she feels she has none
    Self-abuse takes many forms
    Denial, punches, bites, cutting
    But not always actions
    Though actions speak loud
    Words did deeper then any arrow
    Especially when the mind speaks ill
    And the body believes it’s lies
    I know the method behind my madness
    Yet I can not change the method
    So the madness remains
    Lying beneath the surface
    Waiting for an excuse to emerge
    An excuse to cry in pain
    So that a stranger will
    --for at least a little while--
    Become a concerned friend

    How strange that I who understands
    Or pretends to understand
    This complex and great machinery
    Can do nothing to save myself
    Form the madness, blood and pain
    That drives it ever onward