The knife bites
at my skin
as I let the sharp edge
dig in

droplets of blood
fall to the ground
the impact causing
an echoing sound

I sigh as
I achieve my goal
now I am
in full control

I have the power
in this game
I can control
my own pain

the trickle becomes
a stream
but at this pain
I only beam

of course, I was
deluded all along
two wrongs always
make a wrong

I’ve never had
control of my pain
I can’t win
at this game

but I continue
even so
cause I have power
when the blood does flow

and as small as
that power may be
at least my pain
hasn’t got all of me