Steele razor on soft skin, waiting to be laid
All I need is a small incision, from my rustic metal blade
Entrapped in a cage, built from past scars
Vertical cut to cause abrasion of these mortal bars
 
Almost touching my supple flesh,
Just about free from this depression
When I see a few faces dancing in my mind,
Sending it to regression
 
To take the refuge in these carnal craving for pain
Would mean those demons could be slain
But if my soul embarks on this journey of perpetual sleep
I’d leave my loved ones to wistfully weep
 
A silken thread ties my breath, to those of another few
Cutting it from my end, could strangle them too
An insidious cycle will eventually weave
And just like me they’d strive to leave
 
They would begin to believe that they were to blame
For pushing me in the eternal flame
Cursing themselves for not seeing my despair
Guilt filled heart, for their lack of care
 
Then the feelings that nudged me towards the direction of hell
Would plough itself in their minds as well
And just because I could not be strong
To the devil I strung my friends along
 
I say this because I have thought this through
I say it because that’s what I’d do. 









Authors note:  this piece was inspired by 2 things. 
1. A conversation I had with a friend a while back, when she told me she had started cutting. I remember telling her that her life was not only hers, but was entwined with many others like her family and friends. If something happened to her then we could never be able to forgive ourselves, and we'd be haunted by the fact that we were right here with her every day yet we never noticed her pain. I told her of all the times i'd wanted to cut myself but restrained myself for the sake of all the people I love. 
2. Amernoc Reds poem C and J, yin and yang....which reminded me of that conversation and inspired me to write this poem.

I know it's not my best peice but it's something I felt needed to be said.