I do not believe that I can do it
I am sitting here with a blade next to
My hand, I am just thinking "screw it,
Cut, no pain or gain" but what shall I do?
Shall I keep this transparent, opaque, mask
Set upon my skin? Or let God tell me
"No, your committing a sin." It's a small task,
A few swipes, tears, then I'm done. I'll resume
To my small place where I fake emotion
And continue to wear that mask. It will
Be a blur tomorrow, concentration
On the positives, not negatives. Still,
The only thing that's keeps the negatives
My scars, and thus, patterns, repetitive.
