Cut Poem by Ashleigh Gaffney

the cut
the tighten fist
the anger at one
the need to yell

sight of a razor
picking it up
looking at myself
everything built up

the need to release
razor moving down my arm
blood pouring out
felt of releasement

still so mad
picking up the razor
moving it up and down my arm
this time not stopping

blood rushing out
still cutting
cant stop
for now my arms are bloody

now I can stop
felt of releasement
everything has gone away