J.T. Solomon - Pain

I get in that zone, only one thing to do,
It’s a place that I never want to go back to,

I hold the cold metal blade in my hand,
The depressing pain is something I can withstand,

In a way this is a skeleton key to my emotions,
Every now and then I love to take in that metallic potion,

It slides across my skin going deeper and deeper,
If I cut deep enough I will soon see the reaper,

Each scar a distant memory of my horrible past,
Each time I do it I hope it will be my last,

If I do it enough I will soon end up dead,
The pain is charting my future for what lies ahead,

In the end it’s nothing more than regret,
It’s an action that I wish I could forget,

But I now will no longer feel that pain,
The memories are nothing more than an old blood stain.

J.T. Solomon

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