Remember when;
the knife was so thin?
And, you vanished,
just allowing it to stick
within?

Those screams;
the burning, mind-numbing pains;
and those gorgeous migraines.

You probably can't recall,
you were too ****** up to realize.

Time hasn't done much.
Made this sad soul realize how;
they've played the victim over something
so unconventional.

"Expendable" is the word.
That's the one.
The one calling to flourish the rest;
the rest of those "flawless titles".

By now, that knife you've
seem to ingested; bestowed upon me.
It's kinda grown -
taught me; maybe it's my turn.
I can pass that knife on.

But; then again, I'm not you.
I give too much time; too much energy -
to see the greater good.

It's whatever; you and that knife.
And, those ******* migraines.