Im watching blood drip

I hold forever in my trembling hand as
the blade shakes with its shiny gleam
reflecting off the sparkle of my tears.
It would never occur to me to stop
the punishment that Im doing
It would seem

That maybe there are other ways
to acquiesce to the hunger and rage
fueling inside of me. My uncontrollable
emotions that can never be
settled. Im guessing
that the

of my family. The pain of losing
everything that was ever important
to me every time I open my mouth
makes me fear. Fear the pain that
I release from this blade

would slowly die down...

that I would quit slicing the arms
that God had blessed me with
among so many things that make
my life worth it. But yet there is
many that my life not.

But it only rages further.