The Cold, Hard, Blade

For a few years now I have suffered from depression and recently started self harming again. Today I felt like doing so again but decided to write my pain and try to put a little insight into it.

The Cold Hard Blade

The cold hard steel

The iced blade

The sharp pain before the sigh of relief

The release of pheromones,

__Pain and suffering

Peace of mind approaches

As blood trickles down

The wrist quenched

Sweet bearable pain

Another cut, another day

A pattern forms

A cut here, a cut there

A story my wrists will tell

My bit of truth that I will not reveal

Dwelling is for not the cuts shell heal

The scars shall fade

To dwell is to revive

But for now I remember that I must survive.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy this piece it helped my out writing it. I just wanted to give a little insight into how it makes me feel and why I (and maybe some others) do it.

Reviews

[The earth (Titan maphah..]

That is some nice work... hey I can see and foresee a great writer inside, don't dare stop writing