Some Say ≪/3 Poem by kelly monster

Some call it crazy
Some say it’s sick
But I think it’s freedom
pain is fierce but quick Looking for an escape,
Just thinking I should die
Telling my parents what they want to hear,
Knowing that it’s all a lie...........… The cuts look good in this messed up lie
The blood that trickles down my arm
People all stare at the girl who self-harms: - The devil inside me has taken my soul.
The blade doing it's job one time, two times, three and more. My vision goes blurry, the room goes dark, my heart pounds faster.
But it helps release the pain
That I go through every day
The blade is sharp and cold
As it runs across my skin
Leaving me to ponder
And decide how deep I cut in
And hoping someday
I’ll finally breakout....
A secret that will always be closed with a seal