1 a.m.,
Supposed to be asleep.
1 a.m.,
My body starts to weep..
Memories I keep,
Strewn all over the floor,
Me,
Crawling,
Looking for more.
My knees and palms are sore,
Finally,
I find what's in store.

Shiny,
Bright,
Not new.
Old habit,
I run the sharp edge over my fingertip,
Place it on my hip,
Careful not to hit anything important,
I move it to my wrists.
Dig and dig to find relief,
All the pain that's  underneath
Sighs,
My cries muffled.

1 a.m. ,
Supposed to be asleep.
1 a.m.,
My blood proceeds to seep.
My soul is his to keep..
Don't weep
1 a.m.,
I'm dead.