Cutters Trance

As the slices cut my skin
they make the pain go away.
As the perfect seams of my skin rip,
it relieves the pressure from within.
If only it would totally stop the pain,
then i would only have to cut
my delicate skin once, but it doesn't,
so I keep at it, making more scars as I go.
With every scratch and scrape of the blade,
I think about who made me do this,
who forced me to stoop this low?
Then I realize, it was only one person. Me.
I kept so much crap bottled up inside
and didn't let it out,
that it drove me into this sad, depressed state
so far that I had to harm myself to
get rid of it.
Now that I have, I don't know what to do.
What to do next? I guess I will just
sit here in my trance and wait.