Blade at my neck
Lips have never touched this neck
The blade has never touched my neck or my wrists
It has never pierced my skin
It hasn't cut the veins in my wrists
It's been hovering over my wrists and my neck for years
Always waiting till I was weak enough to let it do it's job
To cut through my skin and ******* blood
And to feel the warmth of it flowing out of my veins
And to cover itself in sate
I've been weak enough to almost nick my skin
But I never let it slice me
Or dice me
Or slit my skin
Only a few finger ****** have happened
And that's it
Blade at my neck
The flat of it on my side
And blade at my heart to **** my emotions
And blade at my wrists to help my mental pain or to let me bleed out
But they're just hovering
right above my skin
Just waiting
Until I'm weak enough *to let them do their job