Do I Need This?

Tainted little beads of water, salty and cold,

Fall

From

My

Eyes

-And make indents on my pillow case

Is this the point you intended to make?

The point on the knife, pointed at my skin?

The

               Blade

                              Comes

                                             Down;

Faster than the sorrow drip-dropping from my tear ducts

It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s four in the morning

And I’m mourning for the loss of self-control.

As the pain finally evacuates my eyes entirely

I see something…

Something enticing, exciting, sharp, shining, and still in my hand

Should I give in again? Let new crimson tears fall down

                                                                                                         Down

                                                                                                                        Down?

I mull over my choices,

Handpicked, only a select few made it through

Which will it be? A death sentence or setting me free?

                                                            Anticipation

                                             Starts

                              To

Rise

As I come to my decision.

I am stronger than the urge, the impulse, and the need

I am better than the blood that could be dripping from my body

So I take the final steps, I throw that blade away

                                             And I make

                              My

Ascent

To live the healthy way