Cutting

Cutting helps for a moment
It's one second of my life
That I spend happily
In the company of a knife

The feel of a blade against my skin
Is indescribable at best
It's a feeling only a cutter could know
It's only too easy to get obsessed

Blood pours from my veins
The sight comforts me
A silent reminder
Of who I pretend to be

A faded black veil
Hides the scars on my arms
Stories told by the pain in my heart
Brings out the temptation of self harm