Cigarette Burns

Someone once told me pain is good;
That although it hurts, it’s worth it
cause it lets you know you’re alive.
And I used to believe they were right.

So maybe that’s why I burnt myself –
The reason why,
when I was bleeding,
everything seemed to feel right.

That I learnt to project
what I was feeling through pain;
As a way to connect
with the real world again.

But now I know better.
I know self-inflicted pain,
Brings self-inflicted shame,
Which renders such acts worthless;
That you’re just pretending
you’re mending your problems, when
you’re barely scratching the surface…
(Inspired by #DarkLines prompt ‘Cigarette Burns’)

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Bunny Burns

I love words; both reading and writing them. I've started this site in order to have a depository for all the random ramblings which are continually swirling around my mind. Some of the aforementioned ramblings may be quite serious but the majority probably won't be. I'm a single mother living in Norwich. I'm also autistic. This isn't the defining component of my personality, although it is a significant one, and one which I think has a heavy influence on my writing, which is why I choose to highlight it. I also feel no shame over being autistic and refuse to perceive it as a disability. The way I see it, life is hard work whichever way your brain is wired up. Aside from all things wordy, I also love music. I find it to be an incredible mood enhancer, as well as a great enabler for the imagination. I love all kinds of music, though hard house in particular - as everything in life is better when it's hard... I hope you enjoy my musings and thank you for reading! I can also be found on