The Healing Blade
My mind invaided with overwhelming thoughts.
I don't care, I surrender my clean streak.
I climb up the stairs at a complete loss,
And retrieve the blade that I often seek.
It hovers inches above my scarred skin,
I bury it deep and drag it slowly.
The gut wrenched feeling subsides within
Not before my arm is red and bloody
In the days that follow I cover up in shame
Let someone see I will be outcasted
No matter what, the hurt remains the same,
But i prey on the relief thats short lasted.
As I see the crimson turn white and fade,
Once again it’s time to pick up my blade.
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