My poems of Dark, Depression, and Anorexia

First Cut

It all started with the first cut,

I'm struggling,

I'm trying to beat it,

When I made the first cut,I stared in shock,

Shocked at how it took all the pain away,

With strength and endurance,

It all started with the first cut,

Just one mark,

Just one razor,

You can feel it,

Cutting deep into my skin,

Blood seeping out of my arm,

Making three more marks,

It took away so much pain,

I never wanted to start,

Each going in to the skin a little deeper each one,

I'm watching it roll down my arm,

Seeing it drip, drip, drip to the floor,

It all started out with the first cut,

It gave me pleasure to see myself bleed all over,

A slice to my wrist to take the pain away,

I have over 400 cuts all over,

It all stared with that one cut,

I hope one day,

Just one day,

Cutting will eventually kill me,

So all this pain and suffering will end,

It all started with the first cut....

Yukki666