do you understand
the amount of slices
that my heart receives
when you lie to me?

I would always
feel some kind of
sharp item
slicing through my heart

over
and over again

but today it is particularly sharper

imagination
they can take you
to unthinkable
places

imagination
never cease to be
so creative
and realistic

hence why
instead of letting
the world know
of my suffering,

i just imagine myself
cutting deep
into
my flesh

and i would still feel
the exact same pain
when i do
slice my own wrist