blade in hand

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by El_Farren

by El_Farren

A white table cloth,
the plates and utensils are all perfect

The chairs set around the table,
The image is almost to much,

A perfect dinner,
In a perfect house,
In a perfect neighborhood,
In a perfect town,
In a perfect world,
In a perfect life,

You don't want perfect,
You don't want to be like everyone else,

The thought of being over looked,
Being out of mind,

So with blade in hand, you cut

With the hope that this will help,
That this will make them all notice that you are different,

You think that this,
This blade, offers freedom,
That just maybe it will be the one thing that helps.

The blade is heavy in your hand,
So with blade in hand you cut.

You know in your mind that the pen is not stronger than the sword.

But deep down, you hope your wrong.