They lay there open on the table
Their sharp blades,
Taunting me-
Beckoning me to use them
I stare at them
Wanting to use them
Knowing if I do
It’ll be yet another regret
For someone else

I look away
Urge to use them is overwhelming
Looking at them reminds me of
All the memories
From a time not so long ago that
I was in such a dark place
No one could save me
Seeing them, even now
Reminds me of the other times
I used them
For the pleasure of feeling pain

Just their presence
Reminds of the past-
How right it felt
Pressing them down
Into my wrists
Just to watch the
Rush of blood
Seeping down my arms

I tell myself
Those days are over now
I swear I’ve changed
Even though
The scissors are still there
They mean the same thing
They aren’t who I am anymore,
Just a reminder that I’ve changed