As I sit here in the dark
with this blade so very sharp
Only one thought wanders inside
As I contemplate and cry

This blade is my release
It stifles the pain
this is hidden inside
beneath this joyful facade

Deep within myself
I harbor a pool,
A pool of hatred and pain
A place seldomly visited,
Although it is so familiar
It pains me more each time I visit
Opening wounds much deeper than any laceration

This blade,
This friend of mine,
Helps calm the pain inside
The blood that will surface,
Each drop that is lost,
Resembles the pain pouring out

My blood is my pain;
This blade is my friend
This act of self-destruction
Is quite the contrary
This is my cure,
My remedy for the pain

As I sit here in the dark
with this blade so very sharp
This object so perilous
Is really no threat to me