1095 Days

Started off as a no-brainer
True last resort to stop the sadness
Stop the madness from escalating
Spreading throughout my brain cells
To pull at the skin staring in the mirror at this evil twin
The one that committed the crime without the consequences in mind
And they only grew bigger with time.
Running out of space nearly impossible to count the amount of blood
I waste in a month-questioning if
Love was ever a reality, not a mentality.
It wasn't until I could no longer feel any pain
It wasn't until I was no longer crying
Denying the fact that I was making excuses
To run back to my knife, scissors, blade.
It took 1095 days to realize.
It took 1095 days to actually hate the scars.
It took 1095 days to even mutter and say I was a cutter.
That this needed to stop.
It took 1095 days to watch the knife drop.