Words of Healing

Staring at knife has never felt so nice

I can fantasize all night about the blade

fast on my skin

new stains made to sate the pain from within

I can’t go against the grain

I can’t win

It grows and it knows no end

But when will I end

this knife can’t take it fast enough

this life can’t end fast enough

too scared to run it fast enough

too break my skin

so it sits waiting

Just like me, just contemplating