Blood drops on the floor again
Are evidence of my nightly sin
Leaving slits across my skin
Blood drips from my arm as tears drip from my chin.
Slicing my flesh helps to relieve the hurt
Giving way to waves of joy and comfort
Flowing adrenaline making me fully alert
Covering my tracks with a long sleeve shirt.
Pressing down hard, not being afraid
Knowing that my one true friend is this blade
Hiding behind a life so dismayed
Hoping in time that emotional pain will fade.
I know these actions are ill conceived
But afterward my pain is relieved
My entire life I have secretly grieved
Blood dripping from the razor grants me a short reprieve.
Day after day; night after night
Hiding my actions in the absence of light
When blood meets metal my emotions ignite
Crossing the boundaries between wrong and right.
Cut after cut, like a pathway to hell
Thinking of death as my eyes start to swell
I bear so much pain but carry it well
My rhyme is now over, nothing more left to tell.
J R Reynolds
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-inflicted-wounds-3/
