Harm Not

As I set this blade upon my vein,
I reach for things it won't attain,
A piece of mind, a mended heart,
Everything I've torn apart.

It is not real, it will not last,
It lifts you up and drops you fast,
Seductive metal, soaked in charm,
Real relief, comes not from harm.

Facing demons, standing tall,
Even when you wish to fall,
No regret, you choose to learn,
From everything that makes you burn.

Pushing back and screaming out,
Even when you're filled with doubt,
No need to see the blood run red,
To hide the shame inside your head.