Self Mutilation

The dagger of your words cut across my skin Like a knife. Swift as an eagle The pain sears through my body… I lust for it A cooling sensation engulfs me Wrapping me in temporary bliss. The scars afterward or not a hindrance, Simply decoration. Tears fall Slowly I drift down from my cloud Of wonderful pain. Now I feel nothing But numbness And utterly alone. Still I hear your voice That refuses to be shaken… Pick up the pieces of yourself.