Done with consent

mind takes control

and the pressure of the world

tranfers to the sharp edge in your pale fingers

and you press down once for the names they would call you

and again for never wiping up your tears

as they stick and streak across your soft face

because tears are a reminder

that you are still able to endure

then you press harder for the way your family never cared

even though you left notes taped to the refrigerator

then it spills over and stains your skin

and the relief of pain comes quick

and lasts for a moment

so you try once more

and you cry because you know this wont change a thing

and its sure to happen again tomorrow