Cut Poem by Jenny Bevan

Here, in the quiet of my room
i lie awake thinking of the day gone by.
It wasn't a good day
it wasn't a nice day
my feelings are woken.

They won't leave me now
till the deed is done,
the images of hurtful memories,
words and actions that all took place
not a few hours ago.

Now come the old hurts
from afar they grow louder
till they shout and scream at me
like they happened yesterday
like i am re-living them.

Go away! Go away!
i can't stand this sadness and pain
they hang on my heart like the weight of a dead man
down comes the glass
down comes the knife
down comes the sharp implement
that will easy my emotions.

Relief! , sweet relief!
and with the drawing of blood
the sound quiets, the sound stops.