Relief Poem by XX. EMO CHICK .XX MRT.

Every cut, Every scare
a reminder
bad memorie
a bad day
some bad news i had to hear
relief
blood
i cut deepper
it helps
i stop,
watch the blood run down my arm
it drips
its on the floor
on the toilet
on the stall door
on my pants, shirt, everywhere
i breath
i feel better now
i clean up the blood
i hide the cuts
and go to class
with tears in my eyes,
running down my cheek
relief at last,
well for now that is.