staring at the knife i'm holding <br />sharp blade so temptingly appealing. <br />memories so haunting, torturing <br />i'm just dying, dreaming of escape. <br />moving the knife to my skin <br />its begging me to let it sink in. <br />Your degrading words always echoing <br />shame violently suffocating me to nothing. <br />can't fight the urge any longer <br />i cut, and for a moment I feel stronger. <br />blood dripping, i have my escape.<br /><br />Silentpoet Grl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/escape-136/
