As I press the blade against my wrist <br />The cool medal on my skin <br />As I drag it slowly across <br />I feel like I am finally the boss <br />I can control all my feelings <br />Control all my pain <br />Make it last forever <br />Or die away with the rain <br />As I close my eyes and try to forget the bleeding <br />In my mind I realize this is a way of healing<br /><br />Brooke Ashlyn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-way-of-healing/
