I Am Alive

Why do I cut? Is what I get asked most of. Well, I'll tell you a little bit about it.

The feeling is, sensational, indescribable.

Just the feeling of the blade,

Piercing through the skin that is

So soft, and easily torn.

Just like me.

The feeling of blood running through my veins,

And suddenly, their journey stops.

It changes direction, with no control

Over where they are going, anymore.

Just like my life.

The red that drips down my body, 

Are the words, and the emotions,

That I never seem to have captured

On paper. The tranquility,

Is finally here.

And when it falls, starting as a drop,

I watch it with eager eyes until 

I catch it in my open palm, and

I feel the warmness, reminding me 

That I'm still alive. 

And maybe that is all I need,

To remind myself why I am still here,

Waiting for another day to come by,

And pondering what will happen next. 

I cut because it makes me feel alive.

I am not the only person, 

That life has changed its directions on.

The one thing I need to remember is,

I am alive.

Author's Note

Maybe my blood, will finally
Get a chance to bloom onto
The pristine white tiles,
And they can feel the cool air, telling them,
They are free.

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reviews please! I would love to know what you all think of this poem (and all the others!) and see what I could improve on. Thanks!