The blade slowly dragging
against my trembling wrist
releasing the pressure
relieving the stress.
my new addiction
getting as bad
as my smoking habit.
something gets me mad
i begin to cut
hoping for the bravery
to just press down.
every cut
a single story of distress.
a different reason
to want to live less.
i watch my new addiction
take over my mind
as my arm pulses rose red blood
and surrounds me in puddles
of my own dispare.
looking into the blood
i see my glare
so my new addiction
ends itself suddenly
and gives me the courage
and the strength to press down.
now my new addiction
left me in a crimson puddle to drown.
