my silver sliver- a poem I wrote on a road to recovery

[survivor]

I found this poem on my computer. I wrote it when I was thirteen and trying to stop cutting. It was a long road that I would not have been able to complete without writing


A silver sliver across my skin
I stoop my knees now at my chin
From my arms pours forth blood
From my eyes comes a flood

I was a broken record,
Thought never to play again
I needed this all to end
No more gliding across my skin

In times of hatred and of pain
Would I lose or would I gain
Would blood pour from my arms
Or would I hear all the alarms

Alarms warning me of defeat
Although I would not give in
To the sky I raised my chin
No more razors on my skin

Tell me what you think. I did write this two years ago though :)