The blade was sharp,
But not sharp enough for my taste
And every time it would hit my pasty skin
It’d sing to me like a harp,
Its beautiful melodies filling my ears.
Though don’t be fooled,
By this clever tool
I would always shed a tear,
And the guilt of knowing what I did
Will always haunt me like my sins,
And as my body begins to bleed
My heart does as well
And my pain is begging me to leave
But my heart will start to swell.
My heart yearns to find a home,
Where it can stay
Where it belongs
And the heart I have aches
But my body feeds on the pain like a drug.
So it will tug, tug, tug
Until it’s completed its goal
By taking my very being, my very soul.                                                                                             Rebecca Chissell