She studied the blade That she held in her hand While she braced for the pain She’d learned to withstand
It shined like the snow On a cold winter’s day And bit into her skin In the same bitter way
It fell like the rain Plummeting from the sky It drenched her in pain As it pummeled her thigh
She watched through dry eyes She was too numb to weep But her skin cried in blood As the slick blade cut deep
But after each raindrop Her blade rose like the sun Desperate for warmth She didn’t care what she’d done
And once it was over Sunburns littered her skin But for a breath she could feel Despite the frostbite within
If you’ve struggled with cutting, you’re not alone. I’ve struggled for years and I know its pull. I know how much it must hurt for you to turn to the blade. I know that cutting can temporarily help. But in the longterm, cutting won’t fix the problem. So please put down your blade, and I’ll try to do the same.