I feel the blade dig into my skin. <br />The feelings of depression released from within. <br />The blood leaks out from my cut. <br />As I keep my teary eyes shut, <br />Blood has always scared me. <br />I couldn't bare it just to see. <br />But just the feel of the blade <br />Makes me feel powerful, makes me want to fade. <br />All these feelings of cutting and suicide <br />Will eventually break me down inside. <br />Eventually I will have the courage to die. <br />But the question is 'Is it worth it, and why? ' <br />Every slice I make is each problem I face. <br />My life is worth nothing, it's such a disgrace. <br />Why is it that I continue to live? <br />I have nothing to live for, nothing to give. <br />Living forever it may be, <br />But without the razor I cannot see. <br />Cutting is my internal release. <br />And with every cut I say 'Please'. <br />Please allow my heart to cope, <br />Please give me help, give me hope, <br />Please make life better for me. <br />For being a cutter is not what I want to be.<br /><br />Fernando Alvarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-friend-the-blade/
