Cutting is your drug

Sitting in the dark with only a light on,
Almost as if you’re sitting under the faint beam of the night’s moon
You are alone with the silence to accompany you
No one shall know what you do

Is it morning or night?
You do not know yourself
All you know, all you feel is the pointy edge of the metal
The smoothness of the blade

Slice. Cut.
Feel the pain as the metal pierce your sink
The first process of taking the pill.

Dig
Feel the joy of pushing it in further,
Making the pain cover your thoughts,
Just as cocaine pulls you into a dream

Drag
Have the pleasure of pulling it across,
Letting the blood ooze out of your skin
The way you breathe out the marijuana.

Slice and cut, dig and drag.
The metallic stench of blood reaches your nose
You lean back,
In taking it like a drug
It is a drug,
Your drug
Your cocaine

You are safe
Till you wake up into another day,
And is left to face your scares,
And face your troubles again
You shall wake up to a somber tomorrow
But meet your blood again,
At the end of the day.