I stare at the blade
it calls for me
whispering my name over and over like a prayer
Daring me to come closer
...
I can't make it through this,
I'm alone
I'm miles away
I'm not strong enough and I'm breaking down
...
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These Lines
I stare at the blade
it calls for me
whispering my name over and over like a prayer
Daring me to come closer
daring me to pick it up
it wants my blood
it needs to feed on my pain
the light glints off it's sharpe edge
like a light leading me to the end of the tunnel
a light that will take away my misery
my pain.
I need to see the blood
I need to feel it drip down my hand
hear the sound as it splashes against my white tile floor
smell the rustiness as I cut deeper and deeper etching in another white mark that will remind me forever
of my mistakes
of my guilt
of my pain, loss and grief
of my fear
of my darkness
and of my countless nights without sleep
to others these lines show weakness
but I see them as a reminder
that no matter how much I try to run from these memories they will always be there
always lurking in the darkness and shadows that cloud my mind
so until this blade stops calling
each line that I draw is another step closer to the end of this misery and constant pain I feel
each line that I draw relaxes my shoulders and calms my breath
I can't resist that voice
the sound of thousands of angels singing my name
so I'll give it what it wants
I'll let it feed on me
I'll let it draw my blood and take away my pain once again.