The only way to end the pain,
To siphon excess anxiety,
To quiet the raging whispers,
Is to set the body free.
To give an escape path,
A perfectly straight line,
Symmetrical with the forearm,
That sags into a grotesque crevasse.
The pressure escapes,
Lessening the screaming in my soul,
The clawing at the base of my skull.
When the body is a battlefield
In a war between heart and mind,
There are bound to be scars
Left on the surface after the fight.