First comes the bite, <br /> And then the sting, <br />And then I for get, <br />Everything. <br /> <br />God I’m sorry, <br />Please forgive me, <br />Self destruction, <br />Makes the Pain flee. <br /> <br />Just one gash, <br />That’s all it takes, <br />To calm my fears, <br />To dull my aches. <br /> <br />The smell of iron, <br />Clears my head, <br />For it means, <br />Some blood I’ve shed. <br /> <br />Gone at once, <br />Is my anxiety, <br />And in it’s place, <br />Is sweet sobriety. <br /> <br />One cut two cuts, <br />Three cuts four, <br />Why stop now? <br />Just make one more. <br /> <br />It’s real easy, <br />Just take the blade, <br />And break the skin, <br />Don’t be afraid. <br /> <br />On the floor, <br />A Bright red stain, <br />It comforts me <br />It keeps me sane. <br /> <br />Don’t judge me! <br />Cause you don’t know, <br />What I’ve been through, <br />Why I cause blood to flow. <br /> <br />If you’re good you’ll go to heaven, <br />If you’re bad you’ll go to hell, <br />And if you’re me and die today, <br />You’ll be ringing Satan’s doorbell.<br /><br />Ashley Seymour<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cutting-to-cope/
