Anger and frustration
Mind racing while pacing these floors
Blood boiling, eyes red
I can't keep the peace anymore
My back against the wall
Anxiety kicks in, my breathing can't be controlled
Fighting the URGE to grab that BLADE
I stare at it and it stares back
The itching in my hands
Maybe I can ease the frustration with ONE CUT
She glides across my skin
Anxiety is being released
Did i fail to mention that SHE is my friend???
She knows the REAL ME
The relief I feel when the blood drips
Gushing out of its wound
A silent cry follows through
It doesn't CURE THE HURT
some say it helps ease the PAIN
BUT ONCE I ENTER THE DARK ROOM
ILL WANT TO CUT AGAIN
YOU ARE READING
Cut
PoetryI was a cutter and I haven't cut in a while and today I actually had the urge to do it...I was able to fight the urge but the hurt still remains...my hurt and urges formed this poem. I hope this poem can inspire someone facing these same urges and d...