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It sickens me

That I can be so weak

And powerless to stop myself

From making those beloved incisions

That I decorate my skin with

And leave me with pearly white scars

It was supposed to help

And it did, for a time.

But I was weak

And desperate for something-

Anything to ease the pain

Alcohol-

Nicotine-

Marijuana-

And blood

I was too stupid to realize

That the person who could help me

Was the one I was hurting

By being so weak and stupid

I thought there was no other way

That's how life is

And to just deal with it

That I was damned

To the Hell I called my life

I wielded the bars on my own cage

And locked myself in

The keys were just beyond my reach

Until he came

And rescued me

Picking up the keys and unlocking the cage

He saved my life

And I'm still in his debt

But perhaps I'll be able to thank him someday

With my love