I feel guilt and sadness. I don't know what to do.
I'm depressed- so much more than just "feeling blue."
Need relief. Going out of my mind!
Want to leave these negitive emotions behind.
So I go and do what I have always done,
My own presciption to get the feelings gone.
Retrieve my sharp blade from it's hiding place.
Lock the door and I begin to trace
Lines, one by one, across my forearm.
Not thinking about consequences or potential harm.
Just cutting harder, deeper every time.
Each one bleeds a precious crimson line.
Flows so freely, out comes the bad feeling.
I'm relieved - My prescription so oddly healing.
And so I begin to clean and bandage,
Covering up the self-inflicted damage.
It has worked again. Success guaranteed.
It is my own solution; yes, my prescription to bleed.