1 am
2 am
3 am
4 am
...5 am
It begins
The mind races as the sun rises. The demons from the night run from the light. The blade in your hand begins to shake.
The touch to a finger tip brings it back all over again. Wonder fills the head as the sun balances on the glass. Reflection in the knife starring back at you.
"Don't do it" you tell yourself. "Do it" the blade argues back.
Water down your face, balancing the tears on the blade. You can't hold back any longer.
Relapse.
Pain.
Blood.
Tears.
"Never again" you tell yourself. Throwing anything sharp out the window.
Black.
Emptiness stares back at you as you drift off to sleep the blood soaking your sheets.
"Relapse"
YOU ARE READING
Lost in the Rain
Poetryinspired by my favorite poet here on wattpad. This book is a doorway to my mind, the good and the bad. A way to release this pain this never ending black hole.
