The Demon

A poem about battling self harm.

The knife draws across the skin,
the pain blocks pain from deep within.
Endorphin's rush into the brain,
am I crazy, am I insane.

An addiction forms and I know,
there’s no good place for this to go.
But how to stop when my soul hurts so,
I try to grasp I try to grow.

Loved ones help,
and form a shield,
for certain moments,
I am healed.

But the truth, the desire still persists,
the fight goes on, my brain insists.
This demon may fight me, scar me and shake me,
but I swear by god he will never break me.