I feel it
The knife
As it pierces my skin
Cutting into my flesh
Cold, sharp, unforgiving
My blood flows out
Unstoppable, free, real
I externalize the pain
As it overwhelms me
To make what I feel on the inside
Something tangible, something I can touch, something I can see
And as my blood runs from my wound
I feel the escape I've been craving
I feel the release
I cry from relief, not from pain
I cut myself to feel alive
Not because I want to die
Not because I need attention
People say that it's bad
But why does it feel so good?
I don't know how to give it up
So I embrace my darkness within...