Cutting to Release?

As I cut back the flesh
of today's woes,
stitch it back,
trying to forget-
I put up the mental blocks
and walls to the outside world.
I retreat into myself
and don't like what I see.
I look at the fresh cuts.
It seems so maniacal.
Cutting to release?
Where and when did it all come to
this?
I pick at the recent wounds,
run my fingers over the old ones.
I can no longer look,
myself no longer seems like me,
and I don't know who I am
outside of this.