Blade

Smooth and cold against the skin
Silver and sharp it slice within
All alone in a hopeless place
All alone in a dangerous state.
Hands move fast or sometimes slow
The pain is inflicted by the speed you go
You never think about the consequences of your actions
Until you've gone too deep in your contraption.
You know it hurts but you still don't stop
You want give up until you've cut
Convincing yourself that the pain is gone
Forgetting that method doesn't last too long.
You always promise that it will be the last
But when the time comes you won't say no I'll pass.
You begin to shiver cause you're blood is cold
As it drains over the scars that are old.
For every time you feel the blade..........
You replace the pain with the new scars you've made.