To purify

The blood flowed
Flowed red
Flowed fast


Down my hands
Onto the tiles
Slowly it spread
Like thick red paint

That time
I cut a little too             deep

The bleeding stoped
The Stiches have been removed


By now they say                   I am suicidal
They say that I need             
Help


That I need to talk about my thoughts and why                        

and why  I cut

How can I be capable of  telling

Telling others what has happen to me       

when

To tell feels too real and brings on the reminder of             


the pain      

Of not having the power over to stop                   

     him                  them

I am not suicidal

I just need that extra release

Trying to purify

My soul

To regain the control of my body

To regain the power to prevent the memories of that night

Suicidal no

Let me deal with it my way or




Next time I will go deeper