Sacrifice

I don’t try to disappoint you, or anyone.
But for some reason, I can’t explain it.
I can’t explain the release that comes with
cutting my body.
Yeah, I’m embarrassed,
And I try not to do it.
But when things get really bad,
And I don’t know what to do
Or where to go,
I know that my little blade will always comfort me.
Having scars and marks that make people
Ask, “Why do you cut yourself?”
Is a sacrifice I’m willing to make.