I stared at my wrist,
no marks, no stains⏤
Yet I can vividly feel the sin I just did

I know I shouldn’t have, I know it’s a sin,
but only through this I feel at ease.
I promise it barely glazed the skin,
But I wouldn’t deny to you this⏤

It was liberating, addictive even.

If I just didn’t fear God, I would’ve cut through,
it made me forget the numbness I felt,
I could finally feel something other than blue,
For once, the heaviness in my chest was dealt.

But the weight of my sin came rushing in,
Through this act, I did not truly win,
I only left an invisible scar on my skin,
Now heavier, with guilt within.

Am I broken beyond repair?
Is this the only way I’ll ever feel alive?

I followed the traces of my sin...
though my wrist feels tight,
this ink on my skin is a reminder:
I’m alive and can hope for tomorrow.

And for now, I guess,
That’s what matters.