walk away

Sitting here confused,
staring at the blade in my hand,
yet unable to move it.

I had never shown hesitation in the past
but here, right now I am unsure if this was what I wanted.

I craved the bite of the pain that would cover everything else,
that would push everything else back and make all else go.

But inside something is stopping me,
three little words.

But I don't believe them...

How could I?

After the lies and hurt I've been put through.

You can't tell it by my smile for I wear a mask.

Tears run down my cheeks as I cry for help,
as I set the blade down and walk away
thinking about turning around...