Cut

The following poem is definitely not representative of my writing as a whole (too melodramatic), but it's worth posting for that reason alone. I never performed poems like this because they don't translate well into spoken word (it's not exciting or funny), but certainly a well constructed poem (rhyme scheme). The only real critique I have is that I don't particularly like this type of poem, it being serious as opposed to ridiculous.

I now understand why people cut
It seems necessary when life hurts enough
Things are stressful and times are tough
That is why, I now cut

A needle to my skin
makes me grin
I know it's sin
but it's how I cope

Life is hard
my skin is scarred
I need physical pain
to match the inward

It hurts so good
it's a pleasure
makes me forget
Gives me something I can fix

I can stop the blood
but when emotions flood
I can't fix
what I cannot see

Now my lucky charms
are the marks on my arms
doing permanent harm
but it works for now

I now understand why people cut
Its an easy answer when life is tough
when I think I've had enough
I just take out my blade and cut.