I take the razor in my hand
"I want you back"
"I'm your father"
"I'm the only family you have left"
"That's wrong"
"It doesn't go there"
"Just shut up bitch"
"No one wants to hear you"
"Calm down gosh your fine"
Every thing they said in my head
Plus the voice saying:
"Just do it"
"It won't matter"
"No one will know"
"Fake it make sure they don't find out"
"It's just a one time thing for tonight"
"I'm the only that cares"
"Draw the blood"
I grab the razor
Take it to my skin
With every cut
With every drop of blood
With every year
The voice
Is gone
For now
The need
The want
The craving
The lust
The addiction
Is taken care
Of for today
Tomorrow
It shall come again
Along with the
Days
Weeks
Months
Years
That follow
The need for
"Painting"
Will always be there
YOU ARE READING
How Do I Breathe Like This?
PoetryPoems I have written this is how I deal with my feelings past and present
