A Poem About Pain

There,
Are so many poems,
About cutting away the pain.
Letting the blood,
Wash away the disdain.

It's become a cliché notion,
The young girl,
With the razor blades.
And it's become a joke,
The defense,
The swearing of true pain.

Let me clear something,
Up.
Let me,
Give a little insight.

I have seen true pain.
I have stared,
In it's beautiful eyes.
You might laugh,
Dismiss me as,
Another cliché notion,
Another joke.
But oh,
How wrong you are.

I haven't sliced,
Open my skin,
In over a year.
But I live,
Every day,
With the ache.

I want,
So badly,
To pick up,
A blade,
And slice away,
The pain.

I don't know,
How much longer,
I can fake being strong.
I don't know,
How much longer,
I can keep back,
The demons within me.

I have seen true pain.
I have seen things,
Some could never imagine.
Let me promise you,
Pain is beautiful,
And a guarantee.

Sometimes,
I want everything,
To end.
Sometimes,
I wish I could just lay and bleed.