Waxing
Poetic...

Confessions of a Cutter

Erin Grimes

Silence
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin.

Red
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain.

Satisfaction
As I feel the blade
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain.

Anguish
As I realize what I have done
I feel accomplishment, though,
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin.

Stares
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I.