There must be a point to this,
this blunting of ?
so
go get the stiletto and pierce my skin,
if there's a point
let the thin end of it in.

I fray around the edges of hope or despair
not knowing or caring where
people stand staring,to
tuck myself into my chest and
fester.

The best of it is,
only yesterday, I was as sharp as a knife
had a life,now blunted they shunt me aside,
do not confide in me and
**** them,
they lied to me when they said,with a smile on their face,
'here is a good place,a safe place,
a work place to base your new life on'
go get the stiletto and make it a long one,
shove it in deep
let the hot blood seep as my faith bleeds away.

In the end there's no need to send an ambulance,
chances are
it's too late anyway and
that
is the point.