A new razor awaits,
Aftershave at the ready,
A deep breath in,
To make my hand steady,
A little tear,
And the slightest of grins,
Time to face the demons,
That takes residence within,

One slice for punishment,
Another for the pain,
One slice to remember who I am,
Another to forget my name,
One slice cos this is what I deserve,
Another cos I’m ok,
One slice cos this is my escape,
Another cos this is my only way,

The blood drips down my leg,
The red tears of my soul,
A spray of aftershave,
Agony and pain is my goal,
I breathe heavy,
I tremble and I shake,
Screaming “You deserve this”
But just adding more to my self-hate,

One slice cos I’m numb,
Another cos I’m cold inside,
One slice cos I want to live,
Another cos I want to die,
One slice for the memories that haunt me,
Another for my future mistakes,
One slice for what life offers me,
Another for what it takes,

I try not to self-harm anymore,
But not cos I’m strong willed or tough,
But its cos if I started slicing,
I’d never be able to cut deep enough.

Wrote on: 18/06/2023