First Cut


staring into space

looking for something, 

something to stop the pain



there it is, in my hand.

Fingers twirl

a shiny new blade



the razor descends

onto my leg

and begins its cut


Layers of skin, 


leaving a red trail



Emotions are overcome

by a sweet relief

not found before.

Complete relief.


Horror sets in.

"What have I done?

How do I hide it?"

Blood slowly pours out


It;s okay,

I realize. 

Just a scratch

Be careful when its done again.


Up the leg

slowly, carefully

the razor begins 

its evil again.


Relief continues,

even as the blade 

is put away,

not to be seen for hours.


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