I lower the razor to my skin,
Out goes the emotions that are held within
Out flows the blood from the vein,
Out flows all the inside pain
No one understands perhaps not even me,
Itís the light that others believe in that I can not see
Everyone asks one thing and that is Why?
Iím not sure I say and they know what I say is a lie.
I do it to let the pain escape,
This can be acomplished with one lil scrape
The blood represets the pain inside,
The pain that so often I hide
Sometimes itís all about knowing Im alive,
Without feeling the pain Im dead inside
I have no feelings left, I feel numb,
I look at myself and wonder what I have become
Perhaps what Iím doing is not all bad,
It helps me cope with the non- leaving emotion of being sad
Donít be angry or sad for me,
Doing this helps to see the light that I can not see.
(this poem is not about suicide it is about Self Injury.... an alternative to suicide)
[This message has been edited by Sherri_baby963 (edited 10-17-1999).]