Sense Behind the Blade

Another poem I wrote while in a dark place.

The blade makes sense now to me
It relieves the pain and makes you feel in charge
But the pain comes back
And the blade becomes an addiction
That you must use
It's a necessity...not a want
You hide the scars behind a sleeve
And pray to god no one will see
They wouldn't understand
They'd just call you a freak
And say you need help
The blade makes sense now to me