I have held the knife before,
Staring into my reflection with the blade
Outlining my figure.
I have felt the blood on my hands
As I take the blade and shove it through
Their chest.
I have been mindless to the sound of sires,
To the sounds of an ambulance,
To the screaming I committed.
I have lost control over myself,
And that's why I held the knife
And shoved it into the flesh of a bystander.
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The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
