sitting here 
contemplating life
noticing 
the knife

the desire
i'd lost 
was again alive
deep in cost

trying to forget
the feel
of the cold metallic
steel

there lays 
a pen
i pick it up
trying not to think again

writting 
pen in hand
going as
fast as i can

trying to relieve
this stress
this frustration
doing my best

i know
i need 
to feel relief
b4 i do my old dirty deed

my skin
aches from taking in
all the emotion
keeping it all in

bottling up
taking too much
had enough

i'm about 
to slice
another wound
dedicated to my life