Longing
The word echoes in my head
Cut, cut, cut
Tears fill my eyes
I can’t take it
I hold the knife
I hate my life
My hands quake
My body shakes
I start to cut
The voice gets louder
Pain sears me
Yet it is nothing
I continue to cut
Until the rivers run red with my blood
Few see my pain
Few help me
Most act like they don’t see
Hands grip my shoulders
Shaking and shaking me
I open my eyes
Awaking from the depths of my mind
It was only a longing
Only a thought
But it could grow into more?
Will my longing ever end?
