i love to feel my blade
dig deep into my flesh
and see the cuts that i have made
i have a problem yes
i know that
people say its unhealthy
and you know, that may be true
but then i dont want to be healthy
the feeling when i cut soothes
my mom says im crazy
she wants to get me help
and that maybe just maybe
this is just a phase that will pass
but i know it isnt
i have tried to quit
but i crave that feeling
of puncturing the skin
i love the smell of my blood
sugar mixed with rust
i show my scars and just nod
while a new person yells
they dont realize what this does for me
that this is my addiction
that it sets me free
as my soul goes through sedition
my body is just here
just a shell for my soul
it is elsewhere
but where, no one knows
so now i wait for my therapist
im sure he'll quit just like the others
we dont have the money for this
i think i'll go find my blade
i started to take away the pain
and now that the pains gone
i cannot stop
this ride i will forever be on
because this, cutting, is my sweet addiction
Rebecca Howard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-addiction/
