A Cutters Thoughts

Dark with anguish
sick with pain
im fighting off my cravings
to cut to the vein
i see images of blood
and sliced wrists
in my head
so i sit before this piece of paper
emptying my thought with lead
hoping to cope this way
rather than cutting my wrists
and shortening my time of life
and quickening death
i take deep breaths
as i try to think peacefully
cause i can see
this night will be
without rest
unless it's eternally