Poems collection -Self harm (trigger warning)

Unlocked

Here the blue box sits,

The key is plugged in,

My breath is shaking,

Should I dare?

I open the box,

And take the sharpener,

Already unscrewed,

And take the sharp metal.

I pull down the my sock,

And feel the cold on my skin,

But that's when I pause,

Because that's when I realise

There are people out there,

Who trust me.

I hesitate,

I put the weapon back,

And lock the box back up,

It sits on the shelf,

Where it still belongs,

Waiting for its attack,

To come another day.

21/12/14