Fathima Shihabudeen

February 22, 2004 - Thrissur

Self Harm

The heavy melancholy
I carry it always
It hurts my body
I should resort to my old ways

I used to let the despair seep
Through my blood to the outside
So I’d make small cuts
On my left hand side

The blood flowed
The wounds didn’t heal
The sadness still reigns in me
That’s the whole deal
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