The knife digs deeper into my back,
Splitting flesh,
Spouting blood.
Pushing it deeper still,
Her lips twist into a smile.
In a swift motion the knife is pulled out,
Freeing me of it's burning sting.
Blood seeps through my shirt.
Tears threaten to fall.
Why?
After a few moments of shock,
Everything returns to normal.
The blood disappears,
Nearly forgotten.
Until the knife goes in again,
Deeper this time.
The same twisted grin plasters her face.
Why?
Why do I let her do this to me?
Let her back in only to get hurt again.
A never ending cycle.
Is it bad,
That sometimes I do the same to her?
To everyone I know?
Sometimes I grin
As I plunge the blade into their skin;
Other times I cannot see clearly,
Not through the steady stream of tears.
It never ends.
There is never peace.
I'm as bad as the rest of them.
Another knife sinks into my back,
Followed by another,
And another.
It doesn't end.
It never ends.
