the blade
oh that sweet releasewatching the blood flow
out of my veins
the sharp blade
slicing my soft skin
wiping away my pain
i feel alive
i feel numb
i feel release
i like the feeling of the blade slicing my skin
watching the blood pool out of my skin
seeing the scars i create on my skin
i love all of my scars
they remind me of my lowest points
and my highest ones
they show me i'm better than that
now
i love my scars
its weird how something so temporary
can create something permanent
like temporary cutting creates permanent scars
cutting is my release,
my escape,
my medication
i think i'm addicted
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.