Am I Good Enough Now?

Cutter

As nighttime drapes it's cloak around me

Fears come true and now they've found me

Here come my demons now to hound me

I slice my skin it always grounds me.

I know it's not a wise decision

To wound myself with such precision

But I must prevent my souls collision

I do this, with this, my new incision

The demons halt. One bows it's head

I've stopped them with this blood I've shed

Two scream at me, they want me dead

I cut some more it's warm and red

They finally start to leave my sight

One makes a fast attempt to bite

I've been told that cutting isn't right...

But it got me through another night.

(AN/ not my poem although I wish it were! To whoever wrote this : this is so beautiful.)