Blood drips from the open palm <br />the hand silently cries <br />due to the pain it received <br /> <br />The knife passes blamelessly <br />slicing deep through already heavily scarred skin <br />before moving on to the soft flesh of the wrist <br />unaware that it is doing any wrong <br />the hand that holds it is at fault <br />but won't suffer any punishment <br /> <br />People would say the wielder needs help <br />but won't do a damn thing about it to ease their pain <br />sometimes all they need is a little support <br />a comforting voice in their world of chaos <br />just to show them that someone cares enough about them <br />to make them put down the blade<br /><br />John Westlake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/155-blood-drips-from-the-open-palm/
