Through my wrists lay a secret
In branches of purple blue and green
So vulnerable
Yet so hard to reach
I’m terrified of all the things I feel
But cannot see
Yet somehow it comforts me
I’m unsure
Do I want to know
Or is this secret best kept locked away
One hand grips a tiny metal key
The other makes a fist, empty
I’m trembling
I’m getting worse
I’m growing further
The decision beyond my reach
Though subconsciously
I’ve already made it
I lunge forward with my hand
But it fails to pierce the flesh
Trying over, and over,
I’m drained