Silver Blade

By Miryam   

I tear my skin
Because it’s easier to feel physical pain
I don’t wash off the red
I need a reminder that I’m sane
The blood soaks my sheets
I allow the tears to rain
I study the silver blade
That I use to entertain
It would be so easy to end now
To pierce my heart or to slit a vein
I could live in an endless sweet sleep
With no fake personna to obtain
But I quietly shake my head and set it down
I still have a fake life to maintain

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