The metal blade
Ripping out my skin,
Letting all the blood
Flow free. Bringing
All my troubles to
the surface.
The razor tearing dep,
The knife pressing down.
I can feel the coolness
Of the metal screeching
Through my scorching hot blood.
The blood that is now 
Trickling down my arm.
The arm that is now
Lacerated and scarred.
Cuts, zigzagging across.
Until the next time,
They're the only 
Reminder
that I
Have 
Left.