Silvery Death

The thought of the blade
Carressing my wrists
The silvery death
The possible only resort

To take away all of my
Mental pain, replacing it
With something physical
Something I can concentrate on

All of my hate
Let out by one single swipe
Maybe two
Maybe more, depending on the pain

The coolness of the blade
Barely touching my skin
I'm about to do it
But, alas, I can not

I put the blade away
Only to pull it back out
When I again need a distraction
When things are again all too much