Wounded Soul

Mental health poem. Support local mental health initiatives.

I moan all day
I moan all night
Just like cats after a fight

My claws are strong
My claws run deep
They tend to hurt most in my sleep

I cut for pain
I cut for pleasure
The blood that drips relieves the pressure

Today I weep
Today I cry
For all my fears that have to die

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Originally published on Medium on 2024-04-30.