A Cutter's Battle

A Cutter’s Battle

Blankly staring,

At that blade,

Promises to stop,

To not hurt yourself again,

Rushing through your head.

Before you know it,

You blow it,

A month of freedom,

From this,

Just flew through your grasp.

You went days,

Without it,

But here you are,

Blood rushing from your wrist.

Somehow,

Watching it flow,

Calms the storms inside,

You don’t know how,

And you don’t know why,

You just know that that’s how it is.

Now that you’ve broken,

Given in,

You give up on stopping,

A new cut everyday.

This the cutter’s battle.

The one with so much inner turmoil,

It seeps outside,

On to the knife,

And the blood flows.

Struggling to stop,

For those we love,

Struggling to find a reason,

To believe in oneself,

To be strong enough,

To put down the razor.

Yes, yes,

This is the cutter’s battle.

One going on each day,

Secretly.

The cutter’s battle finally will cease,

When you believe,

You’re worth so much more.

You’re beautiful and you are loved.

You hurt yourself more,

With every drop of blood.

It’s so much harder than it seems.

But you can win this,

You can do this,

You are stronger,

You will win this battle,

The cutter’s battle.