A Blade's Glory

You’ve asked me why and told me to stop,
But you all really don’t understand.
It’s the language of pain,
And it speaks to me with hate,
It’s my own secret resolution
A place where I feel safe from intrusion.

The problems, they all seem to melt together.
Like colors on fire as they melt on paper.

My parents fight every chance they get.
Making me the center of their blame.
One by one the pieces drop,
And I crumble up inside every tyme.
So I pull out my blade,
To make it better today.

Drop drop drop
Every tear into the bottle
Store it away
For the shadows of tomorrow.

The attention is scarce,
So I must find a way to be harked.
It’s difficult in a place
Where everyone’s trying to escape.
So I pull out my blade,
To make it better today.

Anger holds my tongue,
Takes me to a far away dream,
Where all feelings are hung,
Like lashes to intrigue.
Leaves me in darkness for hours among,
Upon my return, my actions are seen.
But it wasn’t me,
You have to believe,
Anger took over my being.
The result of this scheme,
Wasn’t my choice, but you won’t listen to my plea.
So I pull out my blade,
To make it better today.

It offers comfort,
It offers relief,
It offers something that I desperately need.

When the blood flows,
After the blade’s done it’s work,
The warmth covers me like a hug.
It’s like high,
An addicting rush,
It makes me feel
Like I’m no husk.

It’s like a friend,
So I pull out my blade
To make it better today.

Ohh, but stop!
She’s done it again.
Now you're concerned
But it’s too late.

Now the scars have their story to tell,
They seek only ears,
But even that is a little too much to inhale.

Reviews

[Perfect Mistake]

Bravo. I feel the pain and anger just lingering off this poem. I feel the same way, cutting makes every little thing feel better. Our scars is our story of what we've been through, i myself i am proud of them cause it shows how strong i am. Even though its not the best way to deal with pain, i keep running back to it. Gee ive written a lot. Great write and good work :3