Storms

Storms

They come with fire and they leave with ice

The pain crawls up my veins

Pleading and begging me to attack

The icy feeling crawls down my spine

After attacking my arms, my thighs, and my stomach

The pain of relief floats away

The next day the pain of my attack is throbbing

Worries come stabbing my mind

Can anyone see them?

Is anyone going to judge me?

Where is my hoodie that I wear when the attacks happen?

How am I going to hide these?

My family tells me I need to STOP

I tell myself I need to STOP

The storms are so powerful

Words of those who hurt me

Pictures of ones that I’ve lost

They know how to kick your feet off the ground

So you can lay on your back with no air

I constantly wonder if the storms will take me

I wonder will I control them or will they control me.