A cutters poem

A Poem by Kaelani

This feeling's like a drug
In which I can't escape
It feeds my very senses
It seals my very fate

No matter what I do to stop it
It always comes back for more
Til I'm done and exhausted
Trying to pick myself up off the floor

I hate it that I like it
I just want it to go away
But here I am picking up where I left off
Like an obedient little slave

So tiny little razor
Write upon my skin
Not only because I like it
But because you take away the pain I'm in