The blade represents the control for which I otherwise lack
The pushing down signifies my ability to decide
The pain that results overpowers the emotions I can't cease
The blood that pours out fills the space my words cannot
The look on your face when I tell you mirrors how I view life
The anger and confusion that comes to you is mine everyday
The frustration is only yours for a short time, you can return
The scar exposes the lasting thought in my mind
The transitory pain that I will visit and revisit
Until one day when I'm no longer able to do so
