I wonder why I still sit here,
holding the blade to my skin.
back and forth it slides
without the courage,
or strength,
to press just slightly harder.
What is holding me back?
I know what it is...
and I know its a useless thought
and a waste of time.
But still, I keep the thought
in the back of my mind
and heart.
Until the day I have been waiting for
finally stares me in the eyes and
as the seconds pass
I try to cherish it forever.
