To escape the pain
to keep her sain
there must be blood
not a floodjust enough to calm her down
to help her get through another round
she knows it's not the way to go through life
relying on a blade or knife
but the pain keeps her tight
and although she tries with all her might
she feels so helpless
she screams
why do I live this way?
The heck would Jesus say?
She looks at herself in the mirror
and the pain just keeps getting nearer
just one more time
then I'll quit
after that I won't slit
at last she sighs
putting all the lies
aside
she feels alive
she promises herself no more
as she walks through the bathroom door
and as she falls asleep
she doesn't weep
she forgot how
cutting is all she knows now
when she wakes
and takes
a look at her arm
she feels the shame
of not being able to tame
her anger
she'll feel the rush
of the same old pain
and once again rely on her blade
to flush
the pain away.