Something No One Will Understand Poem by Antonio Vera

i hold this razor blade in my hand doing something no one else will ever understand. I write a poem on my wrists, people say they had enough of this. blood stains the floor, secrets hidden behind the other side of the door, and I don't think I can take it anymore, the razor goes deeper under my skin, letting all my demons in, thinking I'm not going to win. I continue pushing the blade further, the poem made from my blood getting longer, and I'm getting weaker, never stronger. the dark engulfs me, t gets harder to breathe, harder to dream I hold this razor blade in my hand preparing to do something no one else will understand...