Blade Poem by Hannah Roberts

i rub the blade across my wrist
my hand is clenched up in a fist
i wish that i could ease the pain
instead of acting so insane

the blood starts running down my arm
the sting is working like a charm
the anger slowly fades away
now i can face the light of day

but then something happens thats really bad
and it brings back the previous feelings i had
so i grab the blade and cut again
which is how the process first began