Frustration
I quiver with anger
My fists are clenched
My nails digging into my palms
I am filled with hatred,
Frustration and fear
I am no longer in control
I just want to hurt myself
Punish myself
I need to release my emotions
I roll up my shorts
And pick up the knife
It is time to pay
I run it over my skin
Then I add pressure
The blade grazes me
I feel nothing
My eyes void as I watch
Watch, how it pierces me
I pause for a moment
Only to cut again
This time deeper and harder
My leg starts to burn
Blood trickles from the cut
But, it doesn’t faze me
My anger is overwhelming
The hatred drives me
Drives me to plunge the knife in deeper
It hurts like hell
The blade is covered with blood
Satisfaction
I have taught myself a lesson
I am content
Until I have to cut again
I look upon the scars
The scars, I have created
The silent tears wash down my cheeks
My physical pain is nothing
Nothing, compared to how I’m hurting inside
And no one, no one knows
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