As easy as man can create life
He can take life-
A quiet young boy with troubles
Feels he’s all alone
He looks for help
But finds none
Everything just keeps spiraling out of control
He finds release
In the form of a blade
Scars he leaves on himself
His form of punishment
For his life so bad
For awhile he seems better
On the outside
But on the inside he still cries
Harder now
Because he knows he now lives by the blade
Its slicing of his skin is his only solitude
The blood trickling from his wrists
His only piece of mind
But the blade gets deeper each time
He needs more physical pain
To cover his inner pain
Till one day he goes too deep
His wounds can’t be healed
As the blood flows
He knows in his mind
That this is where he’d end up
His life flows out of him through his wrists
But he remains calm
For now his suffering is over
And he’ll be at peace once again
Now he lays there
On the cold hard ground
His lifeless body clutching his killer, his savior
The blade

 
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