Cuts, burns and scars
Remind me of my sorrow
Wishing it would all just end
Wishing to start fresh tomorrow.
Unable to understand
Why I do the things I do
Wanting to be happy again
Wanting to start new.
Happiness is not a word
It's more of an illusion to me
No matter how hard try
It stays just out of my reach.
Pain fills my heart
Consuming my will to live
I have nothing more to offer,
My life is the last thing to give.
Making it though the day
Is not as easy as you would think
I barely seem to function,
I cannot sleep, eat or drink.
So when the pain is too much
And I am pushed to the extreme
This razor helps me find myself again
This razor help blow off some steam.
As the metal glides across my flesh
The rush makes me feel alive
Blood spots rise to the surface
As my soul starts to revive.
Inch after inch; cut after cut
Emotional pain escapes from the gash
What once was trapped, now escapes
From a self inflicted slash.
Remembering not to cut too deep
Trying not to cause a panic
Wondering why I feel so much joy
In a ritual so satanic.
So many new cuts to hide
Is this nights barbaric ending
I must leave you now; goodnight my friends
My wounds need much tending.
J R Reynolds
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-is-a-four-letter-word/
