I Am The Metal Poem by Crystal Fuller

I Am The Metal



I am the metal cutting you wrist,
I do your bidding.
Even if I don’t understand your mind and its twist;
You cut while the world thinks you’re kidding.

Even if I could save you,
Would you want me to?
Your blood clots like morning dew.
Why don’t you see the world doesn’t have to be so dark?

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