Slice, Slice, Slice!

Trigger Warning: A poem about cutters

Sometimes, the cuts I made in my flesh
So many years ago, in my past
Seem to reopen and flow with blood
Reminders of what I should have let go

So much anger lived in me
Hate for me, not my family
I despised who I was
Who I thought I had become

What future did I have
In the nothing that I was
I sliced away to feel alive
Leech the anger that lived inside

I hid the wounds with smiles and lies
Pretending that my rage had died
It seems so long ago that life I lived
When will I ever forget them

Hurting myself was a regular event
A brief calm to the chaos within
I thought I would never come up for air
Slowly drown in the madness I’d created

Yet darkness can never fully thrive
In eternity, even when it feels it shall
Light will blossom in every corner
If only we should give it a chance