Shattered glass upon the ground

I am nowhere to be found

behind locked doors at any hour

cutting to feel any semblance of power

slicing open my skin to feel

more than the pain and depression

that is always there

to release the pain and hurt

from all the memories

that are burnt

into the back of my skull

and rest in my mind

with the constant replay

at any given time

for just a moment

I'd give anything

to unshackle the chains

that bind me here

the ones inside my mind

and that's why I do it

that's why I pick up that sharp edge

and touch it to my skin

why I pull it back and forth

just like a red pen

because I just need one moment

to forget all the memories, the pain

because it's too hard to live life

when your mind is driving you insane