Why I Cut 8-30-24

It started out as an accident, Pushing the blade into my skin, But I can't deny the feeling of relief, Flowing out from within. My anger and frustration with the world, That has accumulated over the years, Finds it's release at the first drop of blood, Along with my pain and fears. It's looked down upon to harm others, Only frowned upon to harm one's self, The release of my emotions through cutting, Is better than storing them on my mental shelf. I think I've found an addiction, My emotions escaping with the blood, If I tried releasing them with my tears, I'm sure it would create a flood.