If I felt the cool steel in my hand right now,
Could I do it?
Would the rough diamond pattern be comforting?
Would it be encouraging?
It’s actually really simple.
You pull back here,
Use your thumb to flick a switch there,
And squeeze.
Could I muster the courage,
And numb my mind?
Could I ignore my fears
And wipe away the tears that make me blind?
Sometimes,
I think so.
It’s often enough.
I think that no one would miss me.
I’ve never been loved.
I guess that’s what’s keeping,
The one and undeniable fact
That I’ve never loved.