A Cut Above The Rest*

A slice above the wrist,
Just one there.
One in the palm to erase any old memories of holding onto the past
A memory forgotten,
A past Destroyed
What's left for me now?

On my arm,
Engraved without pain,
Are two words that tell the truth.
Lie, which reminds me nothing can come true,
No dreams
No future.
And Hurt
No matter what you do to help,
Hurt will always come back to stab your heart and mind
In the everlasting pain