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