My Personal Drug

I see the blood
It’s really deep
I no longer do this for fun
I just want to weep
Blade on skin
It’s like a drug
Try to purge a sin with a sin
And not dirty the rug
Once it’s all over
Watching the red seep into a towel
I feel my blood pressure drop lower
The stench of blood fouls
The air
I pull the towel away to look at my handiwork
My silent screams of: life isn’t fair
And protests for people to seriously look
At me and see me for who I am
So what started me down this delicate path?
It wasn’t any normal type of bedlam
Curiosity seeped my strength like an evil wraith
Hell bent on revenge
And just like that I couldn’t help myself
I gave in
I was forced to put my dreams on a lower shelf
To make way for my new found addiction
Still I don’t have it that tough
I’ve been able to adjust to this new way of livin’
I no longer have a problem balancing out family, friends, school, and all that other stuff
Cutting helps me deal with my life
And make it seem less like a constant fight