| Can I Go Deeper? |
| For the first time I sat where I have always felt On the floor in a corner Hidden amongst the mess I crawl up into a ball Wishing to disappear I sit up to see if I can face the world Back against the wall I look out at the mess of my life I start to stress Then I go crazy I lose it My wrists are itchy Need to itch them I start to scratch Turn red, think about what a knife would do Search the room, only have a safety pin Scratch but not deep, maybe if I stick it in Poke my wrist can�t feel anything Keep going, just barely breaks skin I continue, still doesn�t hurt Now I have a circle of holes And all I think: Can I go deeper? |