Self Harm - The Blade Poem by Kirsty Richards

The blade shines through the darkness
Calling my name
Pretending to be a friend of mine
And I find that i can't resist
It seems so easy
Always being careful
Hiding the scars from the world
And never letting on how much it hurts
When people don't see what's in front of them
I'm invisible to them
And they don't know
How the blade punishes me
Telling me the blood will make it better
But it never does for long
It only makes things worse
Harder to deal with
Harder to keep going
Harder to fight
It's never the right thing to do
But still I find myself falling into the trap
Everytime it gets worse
Days and nights pass
The calling of the blade gets louder
Everywhere I go it's there
I pretend I don't care
Until I'm alone in my room
Then I can't pretend anymore
Not to myself, there's no point
And I reach for it
And it bleeds
And the impurities leave my body like a stream
And afterwards it's better
For a time
Until I remember that I'm alive
And now I've got more to hide
It's not better, nothings solved
The scars are worse
And I hate myself more than ever
And I'm still sinking and will be forever
And the blade just continues to call...