The Blade Poem by Abbey Caldow

You take the blade within you hand
It passes through your skin like toes in the sand
The blood like crimson starts flowing
Your skin starts glowing
Your spirits lift higher
Your mood is lighter
The light starts to fade
Quickly you think grab the blade
One more spot
Just a few more spots
Life flows out
Peace come in
What kind of world do we live in
Girls are cutting
No one cares
Young lives are fluttering away
A world of darkness
A world with no bliss