Some call it crazy <br />Some say it’s sick <br />But I think it’s freedom <br />The pain is fierce but quick <br />But it helps release the pain <br />That I go through every day <br />Some say that it’s a sin <br />The blade is sharp and cold <br />As it runs across my skin <br />Leaving me to ponder <br />And decide how deep I cut in <br />The icy chill running down my spine <br />Makes me feel at ease <br />I no longer feel like a coward <br />Fucking up on everything with every breath I breathe <br />But some days I want to stop <br />Feeling like everything's wrong <br />Trying to let go of the blade <br />Sometimes I can but not for long <br />It’s like I'm addicted to the pain <br />The feeling taking refuge in my veins <br />Leaving me feeling confused and alone <br />Wiping at the streaked tears that seem to be stained <br />Burned into my skin forever <br />Becoming a part that I cannot escape <br />Sometimes I just want to hurt all over <br />To scream at the top of my lungs until they break<br /><br />Candy Simpson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cutting-48/
