Like a butterfly

I slashed my wrists again last week
It felt so great,
To see my blood
Bleed out my hate

The blood filled tears
That trickled out of my cut,
Numbed all the pain i had
Sitting in my gut

The tears i cried were silent
Like a thief in the night,
Like the air we breathe
I was out of sight.

I couldn't resist the temptation
Like a drug addict can't resist drugs,
I needed my knife
Like a child needs its hugs.

My cutting habit
Had now turned into an obsession
It was my way of coping
With my depression

The adrenalin rush i got
Was like the waves upon the shore
I kept coming back
Coming back for more.

Its over now
Its all said and done
Like a race
that has already been won

Now i am
what i always wanted to be
Just like a butterfly
Peaceful and....
free.

plz comment very much appreciated

~~ for my friends No i'm not suicidal. no im not going to slash my wrists or anythin like that u guys mean too much to me!~~
luv yaz