Here I sit,
Carving "I am nothing" into my thigh next to my other cuts,
Wondering...
"do I dare go deeper?"
"do I dare?"
I see the blood rising through my skin and think..
"Maybe this will make my heart beat and feel once more?"
"maybe I'll be better tomorrow?"
"maybe?"
I stop and look...
I must stop,
I don't dare go deeper,
I can only wish that I will be better tomorrow...
