The rage hit me
then the blade hit me
my common sense left my body
to stand back and watch.
Ive become what I'm against.
with the slit of the wrist
the pain struck
the anger took over.
i couldn't stop.
i hid under my covers
crying a river
bleeding a puddle
internally screaming like thunder.
piercing my body
like the piercing screams
of the argument
that started it.
The next day, the pain was gone.
The anger had passed.
but the scars hadn't.
the blood hadn't.
Ive become what I'm against.
with the slit of the wrist
the pain struck.
like the blade struck.
I cut out of anger.
I cried out of gloom.
blood flowed from my wrist.
I don't know what i was thinking
maybe i wasn't thinking.
i wont do it again.
the pain hurt,
the blood stained
Ive became what I'm against.
a cutter.
