Cut

First you think
Is it even worth it?
Then you get your blade
There's no turning back now
Here we go....

It looks like it hurts
Feels cold when kissing skin
Then you apply slow pressure
Slowly it begins to sink in

You get white knuckles holding the razor
Sliding it slowly across your arm
The screams well up inside you
Though till this day you swear you meant no harm

You blink once releasing tears
Pull the razor out of your skin
All the while
Watching the hot, red blood
Bubble up from deep within

Wipe it off
It's no big deal
Or so you now may think
But the truth about this addiction
It adds up after every passing week

You never get to start over
You now never get enough
Now you wish you ignored that urge
That sour dark addiction to
Cut

-Abby Gwynnedolyn Skie