stop the pain
with a razor's edge.
With a pointed knife
straight at my heart.
I weep for my loss...
I'm not brave enough to do this
and the knife falls.
I sink to my knees.
Trembling and soaking my knee caps
with blood from my wrists and
with tears from my eyes.
as I curl into the fetal position
and wish I could stay there forever.
Or just disappear,
altogether.