Gleaming glass glares from glistening sunlight,
Tortured tears fall from lukewarm veins,
Stuck, in a love/hate addiction to pain.
When you’re opened up enough,
The stress blows away like an autumn breeze.
Recently reflecting on my previous action,
I see how I’ve felt.
Inviting razor cuts away more sadness than talking.
Shattered on the inside, scarred on the out.
Any one cut could be my last.
Emotions rain down my arm like a storm on glass,
Treacherous tornado in my mind smashes everything.
Boulder of memories makes a mess in my head.
I needed help, and the blade is my best friend.