My heart races at the thought.
As it touches my skin, a smile forms.
The adrenalin pumps in my veins.
My skin reacts the way it should.
The tingling and slight sheen of sweat makes me nervous.
I know it’ll cradle me and make me forget the nervousness though.
I hold it with a firm grip.
It glints in the bright light.
I place it lightly on my skin.
Careful not to break it just yet.
As I lean it in deeper and begin to go across in a straight line, I feel the guilt of what has been done.
But my blood runs bright and I feel happier.
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Feelings Within
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written when I was either extremely depressed or really happy.