a single slit
just one
running down the wrist
like the blood that follows after
the mark is made.
the pain is inviting;
it's better than feeling nothing.
nobody would notice
and if they did,
i use the same excuse
"probably my cat"
and they'd believe me
because a cat
totally
has the ability to create one
perfect
singular
cut
down the length
of my forearm.
maybe i'll go a little deeper
this time,
feeling the pain burn just
a bit hotter,
feeling the metal getting closer
to ending it all right now.
feel as blood gushes now
proving to myself that i'm not weak
that this is not for the weak.
bedsides,
would a weak person have the
guts
have the
balls
to actually end their life?
no.
the answer is no.
