I take the sharp blade
To my wrist
Where scars from other cuts have been made
From when I am sad, depressed, or pist
As the blade meets my skin
I push down deep
As a thin
Line of blood starts to seep
Through the new cut
To which I feel nothing not even pain
From such a deep rut
Somehow this keeps me sane
From dealing with pain that I feel
And go through
And after each cut
All the pain is taken away
For that moment
For that day
Nothing seems to be
As I stare at the blood dripping down
Which is all I can see
Just sitting there with a blank stare
Thinking no more problems or cares
Nothing at all in this world
That I no more have to bare
I am now just waiting
To see
If this will be my final cutting
That will let me be free
Since this time I have bled
So much more than others
Maybe this one will finally leave me dead
Where I can finally be at peace forever
