I\'m steadily carving my feelings away
Every cut a little deeper
Just one more slice of the blade
Every time.
It\'s getting worse
I know it is
But I can\'t stop.
I don\'t want to stop.
I\'d rather feel the physical pain
Than the chaos inside.
These poems
The paper and ink
That used to give such relief
Don\'t work anymore
I write because I need to someone to know
Why I\'m slowly slipping away
I need someone to know
Before I lose myself to the gleaming blade
Because I can\'t stop
I won\'t stop
Until every last feeling has been etched away
Onto this canvas of skin