Razor in hand.
Blood flows as my skin bleeds.
I have to do this.
I have to bleed.
Its what my body needs.
I need the pain,
I need to feel.
My heart feels made of broken steal.
I have to do this
Just so I feel in place.

My body needs the pain,
Its much better to be able to feel.

Inside I am numb.
My brain is all but mush.

Now the blood is flowing freely,
At last the locked up tears are out,
they flow in my blood freely.
I am in a bad place,

Amy Louise Kerswell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-place/