Cut after cut

Gash after gash

Wound after wound

The satisfying drip of 

Blood dropping to the floor.

An escape

A habit.

Everyday, would I permit such an act

It lifted the weight 

Pressing on my chest. 

Nothing else mattered.

Darkness plagued my view.

I am setting myself free.

Doubts often rise, but

Often were cut off.

This is wrong

If this is wrong I dont want to be right.

This isnt a cure

It isnt, its something so much greater

This will lead to your death

Then let it come.