Take Control

Copyright M

I take a knife
in my hand
around the other
a rubber band.
A grasp it tightly
with anger and fear
I know my relief
is very near.
My hand turns purple
the time has come
i make the cut
the blood starts to run.
I dont know why
but when it does
i start to cry.
Not in pain,
but in despair
now to me
nothing’s fair.
I know I shouldn’t
but i do anyway
it doesn’t matter
what others say.
Maybe one day
others will understand
why i do such things
to my hand.
It poisons my mind
body and soul
and it always will
‘til i take control.


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