The metal blade

Sharp on my skin

The pain

So exhilarating

I’ve always been afraid to do this

But now…

I don’t care

The heat is satisfying all my deeper pains

By bringing them to the surface

The agony of the cuts

Encompasses the pains from below

I love the look of the blood

The “battle scars”

That nobody is allowed to see

Except me

Like

I know this is wrong

But the feeling and the urge

I need to calm it

My hope has been gone

So when all hope is finally lost,

Is this what we rely on?