The First Cut
Sitting alone
Headphones in
looking through old pictures
tears filling my eyes
the memories flash through my mind
all the words
all the fights
all the lies and now?
Now I’m alone
alone in this insanity
I get up and walk slowly to the bathroom
look into the mirror and fall apart
searching the room for something,
anything that will stop the aching
then my eyes catch a glimpse of my razor laying in the shower
My mind races
I grab it slit my wrist
I did it with no doubt not even in the slightest
So addicting is the sight
the sight of the blood seeping through my skin
a my lips form a smile
a smile of satisfaction
I stare at the floor where the blood drips
then I realize what I had done
I wash off my wrist
and clean up any sight of the red
and throw on a jacket
thats how my addiction started
all because of that first cut
(2014)
