Under My Knife Poem by Sabrina Perry

They only time I feel alive
is when that blade drags accross my skin
I feel the blood emerging from my wound
and then the emotional relief sets in

Some say we cut in hopes of death
same so we do it for attention
some say we do it so we can fit it
but these things are not my true intentions

All I want to do, is live my life
without having to deal with this pain
So with that blade comes my release
otherwise. I'd go insane

Let me tell you, cutting is my addiction
it's something I can't stop
some people say I could do it with help
but the last thing I want to so is talk

Watching the blood seep out of my flesh
it leaves me feeling numb
with being numbs comes happiness
comes no suffering, but sanity and freedom

To part my flesh is to be distracted
from what has happened in my life
the only time I feel alive
is when the pain is under my knife