10.) Morphine and Steel

My eternal Morphine.

I've found it, since yesterday.

The cold steel of a blade is all it takes to make me feel real these days.

I love it.

I love her.

I need it.

I need her.

I want it.

I want her.

Thoughts of her running through my head psh my hand down, and I feel the metal, sharp on my skin, make a cut.

One of many.

My arms, like a Christmas Ham.

 

I can't go on.

All I have to do is press.

Press.

Press.

I can't press down hard enough.

Images of her smile fill my head.

I laugh.

The water is warm running over me.

Warm.

Cold.

Whats the difference anymore?

I can't feel anything.

My shower stopper falls, and stats to fill the shower with water.

I lay down, face on the ground, and inhale.

This could do it.

All I have to do-is breathe.

Reviews

[Satchmo's Gal]

Oh my god... I love this poem. This could be published. Seriously. And I don't say that alot because I believe you should just write for the joy of it, but I hope this gets put out for everyone to see. Magnificent.

[Kasey]

wow. this is really... EMOtional. no... im not trying to be funny. sry. it's just sad.... reminds me of old times... *sigh* reminds me of the situation i went thru with Abby and the cutting.... and the bloody capital a on my arm.... i still have the scar to haunt me. old times..... *tear*

I love this tho. the format is amazingly thought out and fits perfect with this chapter.

Ther are only two things that could be better..... stats is starts and psh is push. but that is it. this is perfect. way to go girl!