In life, one can only sit
and question at times.
It's as though the questions
at times have answers,
but to our standard,
those answers may be too
out of line.
I sit and ask the questions
but those answers come as
soon as I close my black eyes.
Cut the skin and feel the blood
seeping out from time to time,
because once it all dries up,
I rehabilitate myself
by making myself believe
that what I just did
was fine.
But it wasn't fine.
I crossed it.
Even though it wasn't real,
in my mind,
I crossed it.
I crossed the thin line,
but it was only in my mind
that I lost it.
Even when I wake up,
I wish the bloody waterfall
could abate the pain
that boils me inside
and leaves me asking myself
if what was once good in my
life will remain.
But I only dream of the bad,
because maybe in real life,
that thin line was never crossed.
And with that in mind,
I know that life's lessons won't
entail blood loss.
It's all in my mind.