A poem about cutting- what it feels like, what one thinks, when it’s your release.
Gash on the arm,
I’m the cause of the harm
Press and drag,
Feel the deathly grab
Blunt blade in hand,
Do all the damage you can
Red all around,
Stare as the blood hits the ground
No one save me,
You’ll kill the craving
Let me bleed out the pain,
Let it spill from my veins
Feel the sting, feel the heat,
They think it’s sick, I think it’s sweet
I’m attracted to the knife,
Each cut brings the pain alive
Thin red lines,
Telltale signs
Over time they fade,
Then I bring out the blade
The lines grow thicker,
Candlelight flickers
Dig them in deep,
Forever put me to sleep
Thick bloody streams,
Give life to my screams
My blade, my security,
Deny my obscurity
Slice through the pain,
Erase my name
It’s growing hard you see,
Yes, I think it’s time to bleed
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