I hold it in my hand
While I look at my wrist
Wanting the red to stain my skin
I hesitate
I wait
I contemplate
I put it down
I've won this round
But next time
I might not be so lucky
So now we play a game
Where we go round and round
Waiting for my weakness
But maybe
Just maybe
One day
The game will stop
But for now I'll just wait