Therapy Bits

It’s always on my mind

Sharp edges to find

Do they define me

That’s not easy to see

Red blood trickling down

Momentary smile turned to frown

It helps release the pain

But what have I to gain

Drips onto the carpeted floor

I swore I wouldn’t do this anymore

Scars line up my arm

Not one accident, but self harm

Battle scars are how I see it

Waging a war, having a fit

This is punishment self inflicted

Sometimes I wonder if I’m addicted

I’m drawn to the red

I’ve watched as I’ve bled

When will it stop

The final and last drop

I am fighting today

To keep the cutting at bay

But I don’t know if I can win

It all makes my head spin

I will keep trying my best

Waiting for the urges to lay to rest