

Sweet Relief
I still remember that one day
that day I stole a pencil sharpener
just to take out the blade
the day I found a rusty nail on the ground
and I risked it just to feel something
the day i used a plastic knife
In hopes
that it would cause me relief
but it didn't
yet I kept seeking for that relief
I remember
the day
I stood on the edge of that bridge
by the creek
I used to play in as a child
tears were rolling down my face
I was scared
but still determined to find that relief...
my phone chimed in my pocket
just as my sneaker inched forward
my first instinct was to not check it
but I did
it was a missed call from my best friend
I had been gone from school
for 3 days
and yet she was the only one who noticed
she saved my life that day without even knowing it
without even knowing
about the blood dripping down
onto this paper
I write this very poem on
with even knowing
why I wear a hoodie every single day
without even knowing
how badly I wanted it all to end
she saved me
I almost jumped
and she saved me
still
after that day i kept seeking that relief
hoping
that my mother
wouldn't walk in
and send me back
to the mental hospital again
yet now
I've been clean for two years
I still stare at the scars on my wrists
and my legs
and I vividly remember
chasing that high
chasing that numbness
chasing that
sweet relief.
