Pain fills my heart as blood fills my veins
Few people understand what my poetry explains
Fewer yet know the emotions my body contains
My mind listens quietly as my heart complains.

Pressure building inside my skin
Pressing fiercely from within
Seeking the stimulus of adrenaline
A result of self desecration.

The warm feeling of the blade slicing through
Splitting the skin and the nerves in two
Hot pulsing blood covering human tissue
Releiving the pain caused by you.

Knowing that my actions are wrong
And the feeling wont last for long
My actions make me feel like I belong
But I am a cutter and this is my song.

I know people will never understand why
Or how often I try not to cry
Even how often I wanted to die
I feel that I am living a lie.

So this is my way to cope with the feeling
As I figure out what fate is dealing
Hoping one day I can start healing
But until then, I continue concealing.

Concealing these demons I have been harboring.

J R Reynolds

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-razors-edge-3/