Weapon Of My Own Destruction Poem by reina seal

I hold the razor in my hand
I look at it's sharp pointy edge
I am filled with hurt and pain
I don't know how to let it out any other way
Every time it's a constant battle
I push the blade into my skin
I slide it across
Sometimes long and deep
Sometimes short and shallow
I watch the blood rise from the open skin
It gathers in little beads
They make little red streams down my wrists, hips, and thighs
I wipe the blood away
And look into the mirror
I see scars from past years
I say to myself, 'What have I become? '
And the little demonic voices inside my head say
'You have become the weapon of your own destruction'