The Blade Of Truth Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

I think it's
Better not to
Know anything;
The truth hurts
Too much to bear
Right now.

You didn't care,
You just shoved
That double-sided
Blade into my gut,
Ripping my insides
Out and I was
Torn apart.

That 13-inch
Blade is doing
It's job,
It's giving me the truth,
Something I don't
Want to hear at all.

I am in denial,
No you're lying,
Stop making up
These horrible lies,
They're not true,
You don't know
Anything about her,
Shut up!
Your making me nauseous
With your words.

You don't stop though,
You keep on talking,
The truth is numbing
My body away;
Like novacaine flowing
Through my body.
My throat has a lump
In it so I can't talk,
That blade is going
Deeper and deeper
Into my gut,
Tears threaten to
Engrave my cheeks
The water clouding
My vision so all
I can do is listen.

I don't need to
Know the truth,
I don't want to
Know the truth
Right now,
I'm too young to
Carry such a
Burden of
Information on
My shoulders.

I fall to the cold,
Unforgiving floor,
Colder than my
Body as I lie there
In a pool of blood,
While the blade of
Truth is still in me.

Take it out! ! !
I scream at you.
Take it out so
I don't feel anymore,
Until I am no more,
Until I won't bleed,
Until I dropp my
Last tear.