This is an old poem I found. It is worth posting here, I think.
A bright red scream down my arm
But I promised to do no harm
I want it, I need it now
An alternative, but how
I want to cut so bad
I’m angry iced over with sad
So much is going on for me
Internal chaos you can’t see
I hear the clock ticking loud
If I get through this I’ll be proud
I feel like I’m lost in the dark
Can’t I leave just one single mark
One to relieve and release the pain
I have everything to lose and nothing to gain
Still I want to follow through
You know the thing I want to do
What is my word worth in all of this
I struggle on, it’s hit and miss
Will the urges take over this time
Are they just waiting for my last rhyme
Therapy Bits 