Reality Of Self Harm

Suicidal thoughts
Again and again
The kiss of a blade
My only friend
Staining my arm crimson
As I sigh in relief
Erradicating the numbness
That lies beneath
Slice and slice and slice again
The blood coming in streams now
Not sure where the line of cuts begins
Death
Oh so inviting
But alas I can't
So I'll take all the pain in stride
And maybe just maybe
I'll survive the dark and haunting night
And maybe I can make it through it
Alive