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The Power of a Knife 2-10-04
A strong, silver blade slides up my wrist
Red shiny blood is visible – not only on the edge of the blade ~
But pouring from the veins in my arm.
It’s not enough! Don’t Stop! More!
This pain is so relieving!
It relieves my thoughts of the day.
Now-the blood’s running from my other wrist!
The words go through my mind as I contemplate rather or not to finally succeed.
“You’re worthless” “You’re stupid” “Just Go Away!” “I HATE You!”
SHUT UP! (I shout out)
“Failure” “I don’t care what you think”
I can’t take this anymore!
The knife’s rising up to my throat.
One last silent good-bye
Memories are rushing in and fading out!
The cold, sharp silver blade glides deeply through every layer of skin.
As my right hand pulls it across …
From left to right.
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