The pain is burning
It makes me feel in control
until I lose power
and I fall deeper in my hole.
Every day I need it
It's my release
It makes me whole
like I've found my missing puzzle piece.
It gets harder to hide
They're all over my body
Long baggy clothes help
but they make me feel slobby.
No one tries to help
It's not like they knew
and the ones that do care
grow fewer and few.
The anger and sadness
make me produce more
All brothers and sister
All red and galore.
All the pain that I have
Emotionally and physically
bring me back from my high
Back to reality.
My need comes back
The clock ticks down
till I see that beautiful colour
The mixed red and brown.
The knife brakes skin
out comes the blood
The darkness takes over
I hit the floor with a thud.
I've finally done it
I've reached my final goal
I've cut too deep
Someone, take my soul.
YOU ARE READING
My Release
PoetryThis is not about me. My friends and I got on the subject of cutting and later I wrote this. Enjoy.