Cutting Addition And Pain Is The High Poem by Shylah Clarissa Turcotte

The edges are sharp
Until they touch my skin
The line it creates
Spouts the very blood
That keeps me alive
The towel is dry
Ready to do its job
To soak it up
When the deed is done
Long sleve shirt
Checked and ready
To cover the marks
My body will hold
The only thing missing?
The courage to do it.
To get high by the pain,
Is crossing the line I already broke
I said I would stop
That I would put the blade down
But that's easier said than done
When cutting is your addiction
And pain is your high