Is there freedom from self-injuries love?
No, it is a pain I can't get rid of.
This issue still lies very close to me.
The monster within me will not go free.
It is like I'm addicted to the pain
The feeling taking refuge in my vein.
As I bring the razor blade to my skin
I watch the blood rush causing me to grin
And I realize one band aid will not do
Because I keep begging the blade to chew.
I begin to clean up my bloody mess
Glowing in the thought of today's progress.
I left the bathroom like nothing occurred
Just to find my brother screaming a word
His face turned pale white in the look of fright
Oh how will I ever forget that sight?
Before I knew it mom came charging in
Shouting out when she saw my patchwork skin.
I was rushed to the emergency room
Where I felt like I was sent to my doom
Once I was bandaged up and in the bed
I heard I have a therapist ahead
Will she say I'm accepted or insane?
Cutting is something I can not abstain.
I'm all alone, no one is ever here
Only my mirror see's me shed a tear
I do not cut for others attention
It relieves me of my built up tension
She sat down and started talking to me
How could someone be filled with so much glee?
Her smile left when she looked at my wrists
Conversating back is all she insists.
She asked how I was and how have I been
It felt like she could feel me from within
I have now been seeing her for six weeks
Trust is something my heart no longer seeks
Even though I still cause self destruction
All my pain went down to a reduction.
