Sharp Equals Blood...

This is poem about a dark period i went through back in my teens...

You wouldn't of thought I had a phobia of sharp objects, 

knowing you need them for something, 

but i used them for the wrong reasons,

reasons no one ever understood... 

Sat here upon my bed,

As my tears begin to fall,

sinking into my dark world,

The pain grew even more...

What could i do,

will this pain ever go away,

I scratch at my arms,

I scratch till they drew...

It seeped slowly,

through the harm I inflicted, 

it was not what I intended,

but eased that bit of pressure...

 

that ease was not enough, 

I suddenly thought,

Sharp Equals blood,

I wanted to see it more...

 

 

Author's Note

it may not be great as others but i do have writers block.
self harming is not the way to go but I did it anyway, not for attention like others said but for away of getting rid of deep pain others caused me...