Have you ever wanted to cut?
Like
not always yourself.
Don't be selfish.
Just
cut?
Have you ever done
that thing with a mechanical
pencil
on you wrist?
That thing
where you take the thin lead
and scrape it
across
over and over.
It turns red.
You smile--at least
I do.
The red marks
raise.
You run your finger
over
the red marks.
It brings you
joy knowing
that you're
in control.
Only for a
little bit.
"What if they
were real?"
I look at my
mom's wrists--envious
of the power she had.
I'm mad sometimes
that she wasted that
power.
The power I could
never have.
Have you ever thought
about stabbing someone?
Feeling the sharp
blade
dig into the
soft flesh.
There's resistance at first
but soon
the skin gives way
and you're in control.
Don't
feel
guilty.
You don't know you're dead
yet.
I do.
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