Release

I wanted to express how I felt,
but I couldn't find any paper.
The only free canvas I could find
was my body.
I couldn't help how perfectly the razor fit in my hand,
Is it wrong when the razor took free range
and perfectly expressed what I was feeling?
As the blood peaked from my skin;
It's as if that was all the validation I needed to
explain the pain I felt inside.
A moment of release; the one moment where I ached in places I could see,
Not in the dark chambers within my skin.
My instincts tell me to feel ashamed,
but my body doesn't listen.
All I can feel is; Release.