Constant... br overwhelming pain; br a mental condition, br deep inside my brain. br br Life in turmoil, br feelings of alarm. br As I gravitate br to the comforts of self-harm, br br Another cut, br into my vein. br My self-test for breaking, br that threshold of pain. br br One more incision, br on my arm; br one more touch... br of self-harm. br br Blood letting loose, br from my flowing vein. br Running down my arm... br like summer rain. br br Each scar representing; br a stitch in time, br not shame, br nor a crime. br br Another laceration, br the length of my thumb; br releases my pain, br and makes me numb.