Poetic Excuses

Something Stops Me

I can't shake this feeling,
This heartache.

My arms are dripping in blood,
Something stops me from doing the final slice.

Tears stream down my face,
I cannot see.

It all hurts,
It all chokes.

Something stops me from ending everything.

I don't know what,
I am despised.

I am hated,
Yet something still stops me.

I continue to cut,
I cannot bring myself to the main vein.

I can picture him,
both of them.

Are they the thing that stops me?

One has damaged me,
The other has aided me...

Do I like them both?

I hold the knife in my hand,
I feel like he stands behind me and takes the knife away...

Something...
Just something stops me...