'My Conviction' Poem by sarah baron

in the corner,
where i don't want to be,
is this inviting shadow,
to take control of me.

the dark is overpowering,
it lures me right in,
because this is the place,
where i commit my sin.

i hold in my hand,
the blade, razor or knife,
because i can't live without them,
for they control my life.

from left to right,
i tear the skin,
back and forth,
as i cry within.

the tears of blood,
they fall to my sheets.
it's amazing how,
the process is almost complete.

i clean up this mess,
and put my things away.
as i cry myself to sleep,
i wait for a brand new day.

the beginning of the day,
starts a new process.
but hold on a minute,
i have something to confess.

this process has become,
a powerful addiction.
it's not the best,
but it's 'my conviction'.