Mar 2014
Back when* life wasn't such a burden,
when sharpeners and cheap razors were solely used for their intended purposes.
Back when kitchen knives were only used to help dig in,
when scissors cut paper, not your skin.
Back when you're life wasn't wearing down as attenuated,
when broken glass was a mess to clean up, not create.
Back when ropes were only thought of to jump,
when your thoughts never strayed dark enough.
Back when you were too naive to see the world for what it is,
when not everything triggered a need for such a thrill.
Back when** you didn't need to test out if you bled,
when you didn't wish you were left for dead.
when sharpeners and cheap razors were solely used for their intended purposes.
Back when kitchen knives were only used to help dig in,
when scissors cut paper, not your skin.
Back when you're life wasn't wearing down as attenuated,
when broken glass was a mess to clean up, not create.
Back when ropes were only thought of to jump,
when your thoughts never strayed dark enough.
Back when you were too naive to see the world for what it is,
when not everything triggered a need for such a thrill.
Back when** you didn't need to test out if you bled,
when you didn't wish you were left for dead.
-d.***
