Tendrils of black embrace my vision,
Like branches splintering through;
My eyes blink rapidly in response,
Yet they remain no matter what I do.

My hands tear at my face's canvas,
Which is long-stained with tears;
Recently, blood has intermingled with them,
A result of my fears.

I'm wiping away the moisture,
So they won't see my pain.
But my skin is coming off in my hands,
Like a thick, ****** rain.

It's impossible to hide it longer,
It has consumed me so;
The next person to glance at me,
Will instantly know.

Some call it crazy
Some say it’s sick
But I think its freedom
The pain is fierce but quick
Some say that it’s a sin
Just a little too risqué
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 taking refuge in every single vein
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 myself 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…