Self Harm Trigger Warning*

This red fluid needs an escape.
Unfortunately these wounds can't simply be fixed with clear tape.
Its very esssence causes my pain,
driving the deepest parts of my mind insane.
Life is the greatest depression.
Maybe this act will bargain with it-
make a persuasive concession. .

Releasing this blood drives my fear & my high,
singing to my soul like a sweet child's lullaby.
The razor doesn't care-
through my skin. . . it continues to tear,

I'm numb to the pain,
the only way I know I cut is the dripping red stain.

The cold thin blade serenades the false warmth radiating from my skin,
If only that same warmth came from within.