All the voices in my head
The overwhelming urge
To feel blood and pain
Is like silent insanity
And I’m losing control.
It’s screaming in my ears
To drag the blade
Across scarred flesh
Opening new wounds
To put the old to shame.
Emotions swirl inside
They’ve been building for months
inside my chest to spread
To fingertips to grasp
The silver blade of life.
the Honest Poet 