Cutting is back!

I remember sitting in my room

crying night after night

wishing for the flashbacks to go

hoping to find the light

after a while it would get too much

i would reach for the knife

as i rolled up sleeves

i looked back on my life

the more i thought of the past

the more i sliced in deep

after all the blood was drained

id drift on into a long sleep

i remember sitting in my room

thinking my cutting would never end

i managed to break that habit

the knife no longer my friend

well tonight i am sitting in my room

sleeves rolled up knife in my hand

blood pouring everwhere onto my bed

no else will quite understand

i really thought id broke the cycle

looks like cutting is back for me

maybe again ill stop one day?

maybe someday i will be free.

saffie

17