Take a deep breath and calm your nerves.
Close your eyes and count to ten.
Pound the walls and stab the pillows.
Draw the knife and make a slice.
Out it oozes down your hand.
Unto the floor, it pools below.
You close your eyes and let it slide
The feeling of freedom coming now.
You spilled your words of pain into my soul,
And expected me to drink it down like water.
But what you don’t know is that I’m choking,
On every sip and every breath, I take.
The words still float around in my mind,
Unaware of the destruction it’s causing on the inside.
I am drowning in my tears,
Sinking in my pain.
Should I stop and let the pain reside?
Will another slice do?
No, but a knife through my heart will.
Pointed and ready,
Aimed and steady,
One final cut but deeper this time.
Down to the floor, my body rapidly falls,
One final breath I can intake.
Sweet deliverance come for me,
Take me home to my little brother.
Sweet deliverance, protect my soul,
I just couldn’t take it anymore.
Sweet deliverance, keep me safe,
I just wanted it all to go away.
-Excerpt from a collection of poems I’m working on
-Work in progress