My collection of poetry and short stories

2:00 am

The moon is waning
Just like my will to live
My soul is almost as dark as the sky
And my heart almost as cold as this late winter breeze
Razor blades shine from the moonlight
Temptation blossoms in the back of my mind
Fighting the urge is futile
No matter how hard I try
I can never stop
There's a pain tearing me apart at my core
Rippling with waves of anxiety
And coursing with sadness
Is this what they call madness?
Seconds pass by
Feeling like hours
Every opening of my skin sends relief
Especially the deeper I go
So I continue on with the mutilation
Letting the blood flow
But this doesn't end when I finally put the blade down
It's been going on for years already
And I don't intend to stop anytime soon
Unless I am miraculously cured of this imaginary illness
Or my life has an abrupt end

I wonder what monstrous thoughts will claw their way out at the next two a.m.