Pain shreds your heart,
Incapacitating in its depth.
Defiantly you cut through the ache.
It's not material...
It's intangible...
Unseen, untouchable, unable to be caught and held.
You can't tear it apart in your hands.
Find what can be seen and held to rip apart.
Carelessly slice through your skin,
Easing the stranglehold on your heart,
Replacing it with this new, sharper, physical pain.
Watching the razor glide through your flesh,
Mesmerized by the crimson dripping to the floor.
This is soluble, this can be dealt with.
A bandage here, a bandage there...
Everything is all better.
Laugh hysterically,
Mock your inner tormentor,
Spit in the face of your demons.
Truly believing you are now the victor.
Well-pleased smugness convincing yourself you've won.

Alas... It’s all just another lie.

Your wounds will mend,
Sore and aching, but not fatal.
The stinging will ease,
The burning will stop,
You'll see the truth then.
You didn't win,
The game was only on pause.
What to do, what to do...

Bleed some more...
Eventually you may bleed out all the torment...