J's Musings

A steel blade,
Short and sharp,
How deep it cuts,
I cannot tell,
I wish I wouldn’t use it;
But I have been attacked so many times,
I can’t help but protect me,
You’re holding me back, hurts like a wound,
A wound that heals,
Itself and others,
The scars I hold,
The scars I have given,
All from my own blade,
Now I wish for your wound,
So painful;
It’s beautiful,
I wish I could stop myself,
But when I can’t,
Do it for me,
It hurts,
For now,
But who knows,
It might heal.