cutting out the problem

the cold edge slices open the warm emotions boiling under the surface.

a prickling feeling runs over my skin as the surface breaks.

shades of red and pink begin to seep through the crack while the world around me is slipping between shades of gray.

the red slivers down like a conduit for the problem. its leaving me. its floating away. i'm floating away....

away from the issue baring down on me. the cuts alleviating the pressure.

he sees the scars. he sees the mutilation. the self affliction. and he's confused.

i try to explain.

explain how its all just pain.

pain everywhere i turn and it makes me go insane.

he found out too late. the scars were already there. he couldn't help. he tried to understand what i was going through.

but the fact was

the pain was born from the problem. pain understood like nothing else could.

the pain emitted from the cold edge of the blade soothed the all the turmoil and pain teeming right under the surface.

it cut it down where it stood.