Tears streak my face as I fall to the ground
I cannot hold myself up, I’m too weak
A disgrace
I glance in front of me at the mirror so bright and tall
And my eyes fall down as I see all my faults
The pain, it’s been suppressed for too long now
So I pull out my defenses and chose to heal myself
My pain races through me, as a warrior does to battle
So I pull out my sword, not choosing to go softly
The sharp razor slices through soft flesh
Cutting away skin and numbing the pain
the release that follows every cautious stroke
feels so glorious and refreshing, I can’t stop myself
I slice through the pain, all the lies and deceit
I rip out the things you have said that hurt me
I cut and I cry, not caring what I hit
wanting more than anything just to cut me away
the warriors inside me have slowed for a rest
and the weights on my chest have lifted away
I take my first gasping breaths and I feel so refreshed
Yet silently I pray that I will never do this again
The high it induces feels so great at the moment
But what about tomorrow when the scabs fall off and bleed
What about the questions in the eyes of those I see
Is it all worth it just to feel like I can breathe?
