Poetry

Smile

The blade runs across my skin,

The blood bubbles up.

This feeling,

I forgot about.

And I smile.

The shininess of the blade

Is mesmerizing,

No chips,

No chunks missing.

Perfect for cutting.

I have to be careful

Legs bleed more than arms.

And denim soaks it up.

But no one noticed.

That's good.

And I smile.

It feels good to bleed again.

I forgot the amazingness of it.

It's freeing.

And cold.

Much like my heart and soul.

You told me to stop caring,

Bad things happen

When I stop caring.

Because I stop feeling.

And you're probably going to get

Mad at me when you see them,

But that's why I'm letting you call the shots.

My happiness doesn't matter anymore.

And I smile,

Because now I don't have to

Care.