Stainless steel,
the sharp edge, to the smooth side
gentle shaking hands, slowly raise it to a point
small fingers run along the blade
an oh so fine tip, as sharp as their hateful gaze
it pierces the skin

Racing thoughts come to a slow
time seems to freeze as the cold blade gives my smooth wrist chills

it gets easier from here

not to swift
nor to slow
the blade cuts though skin and flesh
igniting the fire deep inside
the adrenaline begins to rush

my heart and drugged up mind scream deeper
as a small, lost voice whispering "no..." is hushed
so very quickly
my problems, my dreams, my emotions shatter

steady hands pull away
the deep line turns red as I lay my quiet head back
the warm, sweet blood slides down my wrist
easing the cold feeling

the more the blood runs, the better I feel
releasing me from sorrow and pain
but only for a short while

wounds heal over, only scars left behind
the memory just a blur
the burning sensations cools
until the need comes roaring back
the blade comes back out

but until then I can rest my head