I'm Only Human

Blades

PLEASE NOTE: This poem contains suicidal/self-harm/triggering content. Read at your own risk

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Why does the blade always tempt?

I wish I could just be exempt. 

From the things I express, the words that depress, and the bad things I try to attempt. 

Do you know what I'm trying to say? 

I couldn't put it any other way. 

Without being too clear, which would cause me fear, and cause misery throughout the day. 

Maybe you don't use a blade. 

It doesn't matter, as long as they're made. 

The silver makes red, be careful, or you're dead, and remember, you'll need that first-aid.

Do they hurt when you shower?

Do you think about it every single hour? 

The thoughts never leave, I hide them with a sleeve, and they have an overwhelming power. 

If someone ever saw them, I'd die. 

Maybe then I'd be able to fly. 

Into golden gates, where people meet their fates, and I'd be so happy, I'd cry. 

For now, I'll settle for my blade. 

And all the marks that it's made. 

They will surely scar, be seen from afar, and cause nothing but chaos, I'm afraid.

I don't want anyone to judge. 

My thoughts on doing this won't budge. 

I've become addicted to the pain I've inflicted, and now all I hold is a grudge. 

A grudge against those who judge it. 

You'd really think they'd have enough wit. 

To know why it's done, why the demon won, and why I chose to submit. 

I really don't want to admit. 

That it doesn't really help when I slit. 

Slit open my skin, which is truly a sin, and I really, really should quit. 

At this point, it's really bad. 

And honestly, it's rather sad. 

How I can't seem to stop, all the blood on my top, and now I'm starting to get mad. 

Today, I put away my blade. 

And look at all the damage I've made. 

With the help of a friend, it will now end, and it's all because they stayed. 

So, have you been through the same? 

Trust me, I know it's no game. 

I promise with help, with one simple yelp, none of this will cause any shame. 

Please, don't be afraid to reach out. 

Don't have any second thoughts or doubt.

I'm here for you, because care I do, and I know what all of this is about. 

I'm here if you ever need to talk. 

If you want, we can even take a walk. 

Take a walk in your mind, let's see what we can find, we can even draw with chalk. 

As long as there are no more blades.

No more mistakes will be made. 

So stop with the cuts, there won't be any buts, and soon everything will fade.