Blades of steel

Shards of glass
all around
touching my skin
touching the ground

blades of steel
in my hand
caressing my skin
and making its band

the cut of shame
admittance of depression
so many ways
in which to pay this consession

i have been bad
ive been unkind
time for the weapons
to help me unwind

confused of what im doing
enticed by the pleasure its giving
yet deeper still
cursed myself forever