I am starting to live a life filled with razor blades again.
They are everywhere,
on the window sill,
on the night stand,
on top of the drawers.

My room constantly oozes red blood;
it would be so easy.
It hardly hurts anymore,
one flick of the wrist and it would be over.

No more dark days,
pain filled nights,
broken heart.

I could just

rest.

I wouldn't have to take sleeping pills anymore,
or ask God not to think of you.
I wouldn't have to feel as if I were drowning;

razor blades;

*I could just rest.