The Healing Blade

My mind invaided with overwhelming thoughts. I don't care, I surrender my clean streak. I climb up the stairs at a complete loss, And retrieve the blade that I often seek. It hovers inches above my scarred skin, I bury it deep and drag it slowly. The gut wrenched feeling subsides within Not before my arm is red and bloody In the days that follow I cover up in shame Let someone see I will be outcasted No matter what, the hurt remains the same, But i prey on the relief thats short lasted. As I see the crimson turn white and fade, Once again it’s time to pick up my blade.