Writing With A Knife

I write with a knife

It cuts into my heart

Spilling it onto the paper

My emotions

My thoughts

Painted with blood

Once I start

There is no stopping

I bleed

Begging for someone

To bandage me

To keep me safe

From my emotions

Writing with a knife

Is dangerous

It leads to

Your true colors

Showing

It leads to

Vulnerability

It leads to

People seeing

You

And yet

Writing with a knife

Is freeing

It is wearing your heart on our sleeve

And letting everyone know

How you feel

Writing with a knife

Is painful

And yet it is

Exactly what I need

This poem is a metaphor, I am not in pain physically or mentally. I recently read this poem to my dad and he thought I was so I just wanted to make it clear that I am OK!