cut through

crimson red
rolls down my arm.
relief rushes
all around

stinging sensations
keep me sane
the only way
i deal with pain

the cuts will heal
the scars will fade
this depression will end
maybe.....someday

no one will know
no one will care
that once in my life
i was in despair

but for now
all i can do
is sit in my room
and cut through