My Dark Poetry

Pain Reliever

I don't own weapons,

I own pain relievers.

You stare at me as if I'am crazy,

Saying I shouldn't bring weapons,

But I give a smile,

And say "I don't own weapons,

These are my pain relievers."

For the pain that rages deep inside,

Cutting my skin,

Is the only way to stop it,

Before it consumes me.

Voices in my head,

Tell me to cut deeper,

The deeper I cut,

The better I feel.

My scars are hidden,

By my long sleeves,

Because I know,

You wouldn't understand.

Maybe I'm insane,

For believing a knife,

Can help get me through life,

But to me,

It is relief,

Sweet sweet relief.

This is my escape,

From the pain,

This cruel world has caused.

My escape from the pressure,

That I have had to endure,

My whole life,

I don't care anymore,

If you think i'am crazy,

For a calling a knife a pain reliever,

Because I know,

You have no idea how much I need the knife,

Because you don't know the pain I feel,

You know nothing at all.