Sweet Release

Sweet release
Oh how easy it seems
to set my mind at ease
To appease my emotions
Simple never felt so complex
& ever so beautiful
The little black  box
created a monster
Relieving built up pressure
& often inflicting
temporary pain
for the numbness
A box that contains
small, sharp objects
whenever i'm  in need
Sometimes it's already open
as if my skin had cried out
Does it know
it's contributing
to my abuse
& the "high"
as I drag the razor
across my bare thigh
a few layers deep?
If it could see
would it stop me or weep?
I keep it closed
when i'm asleep
I don't know why
I gave my soul
for it to keep
or why I stare at knives
stuck in thoughts
of slicing meat
It's an addiction
I hope to beat