Sadness is forever grasping,
a body numb; completely unfeeling.
A blade sliced across the wrist,
brings my world out of the abyss.
My heart is pumping,
the anger scorching my veins.
The pain receding,
so I slide the blade once again.
My pain a beacon,
a sign I'm still breathing.
The blood is dripping,
the turmoil is pleasing.
The only emotion I let myself feel; pain.
