Illuminate My Shame Poem by Jessie Jet

The dim light
Illumimates my pain
This knife is a tool
A tool that grabs and pulls
At my porcelain skin

Crimson stains my skin
Pools at the opening
Drips onto the floor

A single dropp of velvet liquid
Runs down my arm
Making a blood-red trail

A trail I've walked
Too many times
A line that divides me
Between insane
And insecure

My world goes black
The knife hits the floor
My muscles grow limp
A cold wind creeps
Along my cold body

A soft voice whispers,
'You are not wanted,
Not needed,
Not loved.'

I wake to the sound
Of ringing in my ears
And the welcoming dim light
That illuminates my shame