It makes me sick
Seeing young girls
Showing their friends
Shallow cuts littering their skin.

It makes me want to scream
Hearing them talking
Seeming as though
They are trying to outdo the others.

Why cant they see?
See just how seriously
Dangerous this game
They are playing truly is?

They must know
Surly they must
How terribly addicting
Such a release can be.

I remember that moment
The first time
You hold that sharp razor
Nervously floating over your skin.

That first shock
Knowing you have done
Exactly what you swore
You would never do.

First I had an overwhelming high
It was as if my heart
was slamming excitedly
Against my tender eardrums.

I was immediately caught
Stuck in a trap
I couldn't free myself from
I was so lost.

Years passed, people left
My body changed
I was older and so was everyone else
My addiction became stronger.

The blade became knives
Knives became safety pins
Those became broken glass
Eventually I didnt care what was cutting my skin.

So to all those girls
Who use self harm as a way
To get attention you need or crave
This is not a game to be played.