Every Day
(A Villanelle Poem)
Every day, my thoughts change
Sometimes they're loud
Sometimes they're quiet
Late at Night, they scream
They tell me to do it
Every day, my thoughts change
My Body longs for Pain
A few days the voices are loud
Sometimes they're quiet
I wish she weren't suspicious
I wish I could cover the marks
Every day, my thoughts change
My Craft Knife was my Best Friend
I wish it were the same now
Everyday my thoughts change
Sometimes they're quiet
KFloyd
