Snip, Slice, Stab
It starts with a snip
to try something new.
Relieving the pain;
just something to do.
A simple snip
no consequences.
One lie to cover it up
after that there's no evidence.
Just one snip,
maybe here, maybe there.
Only a little cut
on my skin; pale and bare.
Slowly it progresses
into a slice.
More blood loss,
but damn does it feel nice.
Just a few slices
nothing too bad.
Enough to let out
the angry and sad.
Another slice along the leg
simple to do, easy to hide.
Hidden enough
so that I still have my pride.
Eventually it's a stab.
A constant need for release.
No longer little,
no more peace.
This stab will take my life
and the rest of me.
All I have to do is pick up the knife
stab a little too deep. I'm free.
No more stabs.
No snips or slices.
Simply a dead body
that paid the price.