I bare my scars everyday.
Ashamed of what I’ve done,
I hide them beneath long sleeves
From everyone and sometimes even myself.
I never realized it before,
But I guess I’m in an abusive relationship.
Even though he hurts me,
Leaving marks all up and down my arms,
I still go back to him every time.
I need him,
My lover,
My razor.
Without him and the pain he afflicts upon me
And bringing me reminders of why I stay with him,
I would be lost in a sea of emotions,
Drowning in the dark, murky waters of depression.
When he touches me, sliding up and down my arms,
All I can think about is the coolness of his mettle caressing me.
The sting and blood he causes
Comes in one oh so faithful strike.
After his strike that’s when the real waterworks start to happen.
Tears start to shed and slip slowly down my cheeks
While blood slowly dribbles down my arm.
I know I could never leave him
Because even though he hurts me,
He is also my salvation.