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So Beautiful...

The metal on my skin,
Calms down the raging thoughts in my head,
The confusion,
The worries,
Drawing the blade up my arm,
Just skimming the surface,
Leaving a trail,
A slight mark,
My breathing slows,
And I manage to forget about being scared,
I forget about being me,
I enjoy it so much,
I feel in control,
I’m in control of my emotions and my life,
Just.

But how sick am I,
That I have to resort to this to help deal with my problems?
How wrong is it,
That I have no one I trust enough to tell them too?
How weird am I,
That I feel so wrong for doing this...yet it seems so right,
So relaxing,
So calming,
So beautiful...
Poem by Elise555