I've never come so
Close to slicing
My arm up, and
Then pausing.
Like I needed to
Seriously think
About my action before
I did it.
The blade was pressed
Up against it with
Strength, as if
I dropped it
The earth would shatter.
I decided, maybe I should
Do one on my back,
So people can't see it.
I took my shirt off,
Looked in the mirror,
And turned around.
Grabbing my phone from
The counter,
I put it in front of
Me so I could see my back.
Two prominent scars were
There already.
I placed the blade to the top
Of my left shoulder,
But before I could press,
There was a knock on the
Door and someone
Said "dinner".
They don't realize that
They saved me.
I'm glad my family
Doesn't care anymore.
M.R
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