Poem the blade

I pull the blade across my skin
the blood it starts to flow.
The pain i'm feeling deep within
lets up and starts to go.
The release is always welcome
though i know that it won't last.
But every time that it is done
it helps me leave the past.
The cuts too soon begin to heal
scabs then take their place.
Desperation is what i feel
when the hurt i have to face.
I pick the scabs until they bleed
to make them last for longer.
Proffesional help i think i need
to help me become stronger.