My Rusty Blade Poem by Patrick Shields

An open bottle of vodka sits on my nightstand
Along with bottles of Xanax, Vicadin, and Morphine
I pick up the bottle of alcohol with six of each pill in my left hand
I was the pills down with the vodka waiting to feel the sting

But I don't think clearly with these pills in my body
And thats when I usally do something unfixable
When I think Im invincible that nothing can hurt me
That anything I do can be fixed and is possible

Locked in a safe box under my bed is an old knife
I haven't seen it since I used it last year
When I plunged it depp into my stomach one March nght
Where I caused that girl to cry so many tears

I go under my bed and pull out that beautiful blade
Drops of blood stain this perfect instrument of destruction
I'll test my mortality tonight to see if my body is perfectly made
If my body is perfect than the hole will close with reconstruction

I raise the knife above my head and plunge it into my body
The pain is more than I've ever felt but I'll be ok
I pull the blade out as my open wound starts to bleed
Who knew that my body would be this fray

I start to feel cold and I feel like I'm going to faint
I look down and clasp my hand over the wound in my chest
There is nothing I can do to stop the bleeding its to late
I clasp two hands over the wound as I slowly bleed to death