A blade gleaming brightly,
Tempting me once again.
Just one drop of blood,
Let the pain pour from within.
One quick slice upon the arm,
To release anger and pain.
One drip after two drops,
The sadness slowly drains.
The blade flashes a grin,
As I twirl it in my hand.
Contemplating the thought,
I cry where I stand.
One perfect line,
To erase all of this
Replace my burning tears,
With one slice of the wrist.
I do not wish for death,
Just to feel is all I need.
To let go of all the hatred,
As I watch myself bleed.
Whats one more jagged scar,
Along my silken skin,
If it means I can release,
All the pain held within?
No one will know,
I can hide it so well.
Scars are much deeper,
Than any scorching pit of hell.
But they can be hidden,
Kept secret from all others.
I will slice just this once,
And keep the scars covered.
This one perfect line,
Cut so very deep.
The gleaming blade soiled,
But I no longer weep.
Tears dry up quickly,
And I lay down to rest.
Watching blood pour from me,
Therapy at its best. |
Submission Name: Therapy At Its Best
