Which Pain Hurts The Most? Poem by Tina Valentine

I want to take a knife. I wanna stub myself and i want to bleed out on my bedroom floor.
What do you think... If i cut my wrists, punch my legs, rip my heart out.. Can I still get broken?
Let's try.
Tell me about her.
Say it.
Say that you would sell your hopes, dreams, all your belovings.
Say that you would sell all that, just to have her in your arms for a day.
Say it, darling. I know you mean it. I never doubted it.
Do you have a younger brother? Does he look like you?