When I was 15 I started cutting,
I thought it would help but it did nothing,
so now I'm stuck addicted to the blade,
i think about it everyday,
I just need a quick fix like a cigarette i crave.
I used to think that it would take all my pain away,
but it doesn't I just feel numb,
I sit on my own emotionless watching the blood run down my arm.

But no matter what,
I just can't stop,
I need to find a better way to heal,
a safer way to express how I feel,
my poetry it keeps me going,
when I pick up the pen I get into a flow and,
for a moment all my insecurities fade away.

not today though, today I have no words to write down,
I got writers block.
My head feels so heavy like it's being weighed down by a ******* cloud.
Today I'm not okay, time for me to take the blade and feed my addiction with another round....