cutting: a slam poem

Cutting, self-harm as some would say,
The destructive nature of one's skin.
You are the thing that some do to relieve themselves.
To take their pain away by inflicting cuts on to their skin.
Those red lines drip of sorrow.
That crimson substance begs to be healed.
That person,
Whom cuts.
Is trying to make it every day with a smile on their face.
Saying that they are okay.
Cutting, you aren't that great though.
You damage our bodies,
Leaving divots into our skin.
You make us leak of sadness.
As our blood drips down our bodies.
You are not good for us.
Yet you make us addicted to you and your temporary relief.
There is a love-hate relationship towards you cutting.
And I cannot decide whether if I should love you or not.

a.b.