Slice,

wait stop,



stare,
Round and around I finger with the blade. I see my reflection,



that's not fair. I lose my breath
I start to cry



Fear is in my eyes, I want him I can't lie,
But who's he? I've lost my mind. I thought I knew, but now there's two. And the one I love first doesn't have a clue. I've left him in the dust. He deserves much better, because I'm f----d up. And the new infatuation loves me with all of his heart.


So what do I do next? Cut some more?

Rage in pain?


Crumble under?
Or stand above it all?
Because I don't know what to do
And I'm not about to choose.


This game called life
is causing me to pick up the knife.

And as I get ready to make that last slit,

the one who grabs my hand
and pulls it aside


will be the one that I call mine.