As I press the blade against my wrist
The cool medal on my skin
As I drag it slowly across
I feel like I am finally the boss
I can control all my feelings
Control all my pain
Make it last forever
Or die away with the rain
As I close my eyes and try to forget the bleeding
In my mind I realize this is a way of healing
Brooke Ashlyn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-way-of-healing/
