Journey to Addiction

Tears gently fall,
On to the blade,
Held by fragile,
Shaking hands.

The blade,
That will begin the journey,
To nothing but Hell;
An addiction.

Courtesy of the Devil,
Striking them with pain,
Causing all the agony,
Slowly dragging them below.

The journey begins,
The first drip,
Of crimson blood,
Dangling from the knife.

A sure mark,
Of pain,
That once,
Couldn't be seen.

Slowly,
But surely,
The blade strikes
Harder.

Scarring perfect skin,
Staining the innocent,
The purity,
A soul once held.

Now,
Nothing but scars,
Are left,
To show the pain.

Yet the cuts,
Continue to grow,
Slits of plenty grow up their arm:
A razor blade addict.

Another damaged child,
Feeling worthless,
And believing,
In nothing but death.

On a runway train,
They journey,
Not knowing where to,
Just upon torn roads.

The path,
Of insecurity,
And loneliness;
The world becomes darker.