i was told to do something positive with my thoughts
like writing them down on paper
as if somehow that would mean that they are no longer inside of me
but even after all of those pathetic letters were crafted into words that got scrambled across the page
every single thought is still trapped in my mind, begging to be let out
so now i am being forced to use a silver blade as a pen and my fragile wrist as the paper
in hopes that these viscious thoughts will flow out of my veins with the blood that drips down to the floor