I slash at these wrists in hopes of finding peace
Peace from this war that is constantly raging in my mind.
I want to find safety from myself, a barrier to protect me
Arms to hold me, hands to steal these razorblades from my own…
I need words to caress me, to lighten my soul
New skin to cover these scars that always remind me
Of this weakness I’ve shown the world so clearly.
I need bandages to soak up this blood that drips from my arm
This life that I let drain from me one crimson drop at a time.
I slash away with these weapons, hoping to find sanity
While this whole time I’m letting it flow from my wrists.
I’m shattered to pieces beneath this calmness I display
And no one knows the fright I have of letting this go…
I cannot stop; it’s become my escape from everything
Every battle I fight that no one else knows I’m fighting
Every tear I shed that I blame on myself.
When the world is too strong and I myself am so weak
How am I supposed to fight these suffocating thoughts?
When I feel as though I can’t breath, I have no one to turn to
No one who understands my pain as good as this blade.
Suicide is neither my solution nor my destination
It’s only my desire, my dream of what I could become…
I will be beautiful, with my depth surrounding me
As I lay tattered and torn in this world that I rose above.
Yet it is only a vision, and I know it will not be true
Because I can never be happy, I am destined to cry.
I slash at these wrists in hopes of finding peace…
Peace which does not exist in this sorry excuse for a life.
Me.
