As I put down the knife, I struggle with these thoughts, why did I do this again? What can I say? It brings such sweet relief, as the poison leaves my veins, I hurt myself one too many times, this blade of dark light, brings memories of a broken heart, pictures on the wall are all I have left, throbbing in my chest, a victim of theft, I've been robbed of my light, I'm done fighting for my life. Why is there only darkness at the end of the tunnel? I can't fathom this emptiness, this hole in my heart, I hate this blade of dark light, masochist, longing for a release, I pick up the knife again, my bleeding wrists paint a picture of a thousand words, now, now I can see what I'm made of, a sickness, a disease, now my darkness has a way through, and I can breathe again, I throw the knife down, light enveloping me, and my curse is broken.
