Razor Blades

Sharp, cold steel

Drags across soft, pale skin

Penetrating it ever so lightly

To reveal crimson liquid

As it bleeds,

The sharp metal

Is being dragged across skin again,

Only harder,

Inflicting more pain

But somehow relieving

The depression and agony inside

As I wash the blood from the steel

And stop the bleeding

I stare at the new scars on my arm

The stinging pain brings me comfort

But also frightens me

Why have I done this?

The cruelty of others, love, and perhaps just life

Bring such unbearable pain and suffering

I’m reduced to something as precarious

As razor blades

Sharp, cold steel

Drags across soft, pale skin

Erasing some of the agony

I feel only little pain

Compared to the relentless suffering

I’ll just treat the wounds and cover them

For I hope to never have to revisit

The relief of

My beautiful

Razor Blades.