Beautiful Pain

One cut
Two cut
Three cut, four

Here I am, watching my blood drip on the floor

What have I done, what have YOU done

You’ve come so far, you thought that THIS was all done.

This is beneath you, this WAS behind you.

But was it ever behind you, or was it left at the door?

The door that was always left ajar.

Sadness, emptiness, anger, shame that’s what comes bursting through that door.

A decade of fighting for solace drained out of you like the blood from the cut you have opened on you.

As blood pours out from your beautiful soul, the pain pours right with it.

Let it go, let the river flow.

One cut
Two cut
Three cut, four

What have I done, what have YOU done