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Knife

May 16, 2013
By Anonymous

Sharp and cold
Warm and wet
I watch it flow
I won't let go
I grab a towel
I hold it tight
I deal with the pain
I'll end the fight
It's staining clothes
And leaving scars
It's not too deep
It will heal
But I won't forget
This whole ordeal
I'll forgive
I'll let go
I'll be okay
I'll live
Another day


The author's comments:
I'm more of a writer than an artist but when centered the poem is supposed to resemble a knife.
I have a younger brother with early onset of psychosis. Although with medication he is doing much better now, in the past he would get very angry and try to stab me.

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