Controlling

Controlling

A Poem by Infinitedreamer

I keep a knife
by the side of my bed,
and use it to control 
what happens in my head.

On nights when I,
feel so alone.
I take the knife,
and give it a home.

I feed it with
the red liquid that it craves,
and tell it to be quiet
and not misbehave.

© 2015 Infinitedreamer


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Added on March 23, 2015
Last Updated on March 23, 2015
Tags: poem, poetry, life, cutting, knife, sad, depressing, depression

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