"Cutter"

I do not touch the razor to my skin
To cause injury
But to remind myself that I feel
Something more than this emptiness
Of spirit

I do not expect you to understand
Pain's fine mercy
How this is not self loathing
But a way of telling myself I'm here
And alone

Rarely do I cry except in these moments
Of lucidity
When everything that I feel
Is within a crimson line drawn
Across skin

Do not blame this on my youth
For it is past
I'm an empty shell of nothing
Who never became anything
But lonely

I do not bleed to gain your attention
But to feel
To know that I am still human
To know peace or sorrow
In cutting