Cutting:

Scraping the blade

Across my skin

The pressure building,

In my chest

Until I can't breathe

Taking a breath

And cutting deep

Enjoying the feel

Of the blade on my flesh

Cutting it open

Allowing me to breathe

As my blood seeps out

I find myself

Liking the slight weight

Of it in my hand

I cut again, and again

Marking today's

Stress and pain

Into my flesh