If I gave you a knife,
and asked you to cut,
would you do it I wonder,
and if so, how much?
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Would you hesitate?
Would your mind suddenly freeze?
Or would you take pleasure,
in bringing me to my knees?
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Would the sight of my blood,
shock you enough to quit?
Would the sight of the scars,
make you loosen your grip?
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Would the simple knowledge,
of those scars frighten you?
When you realized,
they were both old an new?
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Would the memories pour in,
of holding the same knife askew?
Memories of cutting,
when I didn’t ask you to.
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Would your anger, and hatred,
suddenly melt away?
When you realized I was ASKING,
for you to cut me this way.
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Would you finally break down,
when you could hear my words?
“I am sorry, I deserve this”,
over and over whispered.
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Would you take me in your arms,
and try to soothe me?
I’d like to believe you would,
if you could only see.
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I’ll allow you to cut me,
because it’s what I earned.
I just wish you would stop,
or at least show concern.
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*thud