Silver Nemesis

Specially reserved for that terrible moment,
In which you decide to take it to your wrist.
Longing to feel it cut across your skin,
Verge of doing it.
Every time you promise not to do it anymore,
Reasons always reappear.

Now the first cut,
Every problem fading as you feel the delightful pain.
Making it better,
Even as you add the next pain inflicting, scar making cut.
Several follow as the memories come flooding back.
It's time to clean and bandage.
So next comes the lies.