It gave me a knife and told me to stab.
A stab for every pain that I had ever had
A stab for the way they had made me feel.
I would relieve my hurt very simply, it was all so clear.
I did so gladly
With fury and spite
I stabbed and I stabbed
With all my damn might.
I cut and I flayed and I sliced and I snipped.
When I was done
Blood had spilled everywhere:
It just drip
Running off the table and onto the floor
Out of the doorway; from there I knew nothing more.
It ran away and I wondered why
Only when I drew back the covers did I understand:
My own leg lay there bleeding and limp
Massacred by my own hand.
Hatred and spite made
Flesh wounds that cut deep into my soul.
I picked up a needle and attempted to make myself whole