Bleeding Cure Poem by Derek Cadle

Watching scars heal on my wrist
because of self-inflicted pain.
The Thought of knowing what it could
do by leaving the blood in the vains.

Releasing a hate from a voiceless emotion.
Healing my mind from the fear.
Imagining a heart that bottles it's up
and starts screaming a sound you can't hear.

Hitting rocks with a endless ocean.
Waves crashing apon the shore.
Breathing in air of sweet relif
as i'm bleeding out my cure.

Never afraid of the things that haunt me
on the days that will come along.
Only afraid of the decisions I make
and choosing the right from the wrong.

Using a coma to calm myself down
so I don't end up dead.
I'm blocking it out and changing the channel
away from the voice in my head.