That Blade

How I long to feel that blade upon my wrist.
Slicing skin with no regrets.
Emotions pouring our in crimson rivers.
Smiling faces fading off.
Pain bringing what I want.
Distractions from the thoughts inside.
Unfairness of the world around.
Caren’t for those not yourself.
Have we no shame for what we’ve become?
A world full of selfish hate.
Pain brought upon because of traits you cannot change.
I long to slice my skin a thousand times.
A thousand plus to each time I’ve felt so wronged.
This world helpn’t me at all.
Leaving me left alone to fall.
Not a person ‘round to save myself.
Pick me up off of the ground.
And here I stand with this one knife.
Toss it, turn it ‘round and ‘round.
Just one slice is all I propose.