dark poem about cutting so my daughter would know I did understand |
The Blade When you call me names The blade beckons to me When you complain about every speck of dust The blade calls my name When you've had a bad day and take it out on me The sharp silverness is almost too much to resist When I do nothing wrong and yet everything is my fault The blade seduces me like a song When you complain about the dinner I just made for you The blade's hold on me is so strong When you have no time for me The blade promises to end the lonleliness When I ask you to do something for me and you have a fit The blade swears it would deny me nothing When you say i do nothing all day The blade claims I can no nothing forever When you act like you don't need me The blade screams out its need for me I stand at the bathroom sink, trembling The blade pressed against my wrist I push it deeper into my skin The slight pain is gratifying Suddenly I hear one of the children calling for me The blade goes back into its hiding place I take a deep breath and live to face another day The blade has failed today But who knows what tomorrow will bring? The blade will be there waiting for me |