I'm steadily carving my feelings away
Every cut a little deeper
Just one more slice of the blade
Every time.

It's getting worse
I know it is
But I can't stop.

I don't want to stop.

I'd rather feel the physical pain
Than the chaos inside.

These poems
The paper and ink
That used to give such relief
Don't work anymore

I write because I need to someone to know
Why I'm slowly slipping away

I need someone to know
Before I lose myself to the gleaming blade

Because I can't stop

I won't stop

Until every last feeling has been etched away
Onto this canvas of skin