When it hurts, i want to run
But there’s nowhere to go.
So i’d take the blade up to my skin…
And cut it nice and slow.
Now that i have finally learned
How to be just who i am,
The blood no longer flows
Like water thru a broken dam
He taught me how to stand up
Brave and tall, i always stand my ground
He did this because there will be a time
When He is not around.
He told me that i must not break
I am too strong, the mighty Cat
He showed me that i can survive
Without hurting myself like that.
If pain is needed, HE gives it out
As it is His cross to bear
For once He’s gone, i need to know
In my heart, our blood, He’s there…
~Beautifully Broken~
Beautifully Broken Submissive 
I use to be a cutter. There are still times that pull to do that is still there but, with Him it is waning. He is the pain that my body craves, He is the gentle touch that my heart needed. This poem touched me on so many levels. Beautifully written
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Interesting poem. Makes you think.
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This is so honest& raw, Fantastic work of art.EJ
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Thank you, my Friend 😊
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