Blade Poem by SusanAnn Basile

Why can't I simply run this blade across my neck?
All I want is to slowly press the blade,
press this blade harder and deeper in my tight skin.
Just one cut; one cut from one ear to the other.
Why is it so hard to do? ?
It isn't this hard to run the blade across my wrists,
it was never this hard to slice my legs up;
so why is the challenge suddenly brutal?

All I wish is for this blade to be deep in my body.
Look at my wrists and you'll see the scars,
Look at my legs and you'll see the burns,
Look in my eyes and you'll see the pain.