Solace Under the Blade

Everyone perceives it differently.
These emblazoned emotions consume the mind at any given time.
Nothing offers solace to the anger that temporarily consumes the entire soul.
Muddy the waters of your temple and different reactions will spoil your actions.
You do not bleed by accident, and you feel eyes stare down at you with disgust and disownment.
You can't help your lack of options when your body craves release to this unbearable torture.
Some just can't understand because it is never bad enough for them.
These angered glares confuse your already-exhausted mind and convince you of depravement and belittlement.
You feel inadequate and ashamed, and nobody will help.
They will only judge you harshly, with no revealed ending in sight.
Your judgement is clouded and your vision impaired.
The scars grow deeper.
The frustration of being less than enough eats away at your very heart.
You need help and receive only criticism.
It's as if you are alone and your only source of comfort is the blade that releases the amplifying hatred.
This endless cycle grows worse with each steadied torrent of slowly-fading hope.
Exhaustion racks your body, and you purposely ignore the pain, focusing solely on the only aid you can ever find.
Nobody accepts and tries to help you.
Your soul is left to stand on its own as you are steadily destroyed by emotions you can't ignore and cannot stop.
Like a rush of fire that spreads throughout every numbing blood cell carried inside your battered self, you lie down on what's left of your shunned life and bleed ebony tears of death as you surrender to the only form of help you ever had.