Some call it crazy Some call it sick But I think it's freedom The pain is fierce but quick.
Some say that it's a sin Just a little to risk But it helps release the pain that I go through every day The blade is sharp and cold As it runs across my skin Leaving me to ponder And decide how deep I cut in.
The icy chill running down my spine Makes me feel at ease I no longer feel like a coward ******* up on everything with every breath I breathe. But some days I want to stop Feeling like everything's wrong. Trying to let go of the blade Sometimes I can but not for long It's like I'm addicted to the pain The feeling takes refuge in my veins Leaving me feeling confused and alone. Wiping at the streaked tears that seem to be stained Burned into my skin forever Becoming a part that I cannot escape. Sometimes I just want to hurt all over To scream at the top of my lungs until they break I want to escape from my sadness It's taking over me. Why can't I just rest? Why won't it let me be? ... I just want to be free.
A bit of a dark one, originally written a week ago.