Tuesday, April 30th, 2019

A cold hand grasps my heart,
My emotions taken over.
The finger nails puncture like a dart.
I must’ve lost my four leaf clover

All that was left has been lost
I let out an unheard wail
Its thumb and fingers crossed
As it starts to drive in a nail

The pain makes me want to cry
But i must keep it all together
Even if I’m going to die
I will stay calm forever

But it’s all too late
My calm appearance leaves
I go insane, full of self hate
And drag a knife down my sleeves

When the deed is done,
My arms are bleeding, a smoking gun.
It leaves me in a state of despair,
Reminding me that it is always there.

This feeling comes whenever I’m weak.
It’s when I’m stressed or when I’m meek.
In the moment, i feel eased.
But my hunger is never to be appeased