The Blade

The temptation rises,

you must do it.

Walking across the barren hallways,

towards your "relief" and doom
 

You reach for the handle,

resistance and doubt kicks in,

but resistance is futile,

as it always is.

You reach for the blade,

it's the only way,

as the blade slides across your wrist,

the red liquid seeps out along with the pain,

but only for a short moment.

"Only time," you think. Lies.

You do it everyday.

The blade is a part of You.

It controls you now.

The blade helps you find relief?

You are wrong

It will cause your destruction

It makes you weak

You say you will stop

Well, that resistance lasted a week

You need to learn

self-control is key

You try to hide

from what's within

but it follows you

through thick and thin

You keep the blade with you

like it's your bestfriend

but really,

it's your worst enemy

This only happened

because you went weak

you allowed the risk

knowing the pain will follow

I tried to keep you safe

I told you it was a mistake

You need to know

It didn't have to be this way

I hope you understand

It's not your fault

this only happened

because he broke your heart.