Cutting
I can’t hold this anger inside anymore.
Don’t know what to do with this entire sore.
Swim, write, paint…
It just isn’t the same.
Closing almost every door.
With only one still open
Leading to my self harm store
There I really don’t want to go;
Long lasting scars,
people staring and
thinking I am insane,
but it seems as the only way
to ease my excruciating pain.
Red rivers from my arm to the floor
releasing the anxiety, anger, guilt and pain
devouring every bit of good in me
that I so difficultly gained.
As the silver blade slices through my flesh
the feelings inside me feel new and fresh.
Screaming in silence to stop this crappy mess
I’m still not listening to the advice
and keep on hurting.
No one can take away my mistakes of the past
All left for me to do
Is to learn my lessons
That must ever lust,
Live a life in the present, the now
And to create my future so good and pleasant.