Purple and blue the sharpener Was absolutely stunning. Two holes, one for pencils and the other For desperate child fingers. At seven I didn’t know the consequences of shoving my finger against that blade. How could I have known that one Sharp deep cut on my finger would Entrap me in a world of self pain. That, that day would continue over and Over again for the next ten years. A constant cycle of seeking solace from Different types of metals. On a quest for worth, in depthness of, Not ones soul, but of superficial lines. A mastered game of hide-and-carve Deceitfully covering a plea for help.