No Harm Done
She struggled, fought against her will
She crashed against its tide....
Relentless though those waves were still....
Exposed there was to hide....
....
She knew, as once again she came....
And drew open the drawer....
Her feelings would then be the same....
As were each time before....
....
The blade it smiled, it's knowing glint....
Then caught her eye to eye....
This ritual had left its print....
She would not reason why....
....
She took herself alone that place....
And sat and lost her mind....
And with relief she gave embrace....
As love and hate combined....
....
The slow and gentleness of slice....
Brought a trickle from her arm....
An action seemingly precise....
As emotion did her harm....
....
Relief it flowed along with life....
Her very being there....
They could not know, they would not see....
Why would they even care.....
....
And all those feelings welled once more....
With good and bad entwined....
As much as though she would abhor....
Pleasure was still combined....
And still, and still she visited
That dark and lonely place
Such comfort that her harm produced
Eteched little on her face
