Razor Sharp Dreams
It's easier to slash and cut away the pain.
Easier, yet selfish, to slice the thought of-
It makes life easier.
It's easier to think,
While looking at the red spotted sink,
That you left me behind.
Slash, the day I realized I loved you.
One drop hits the sink, the pain eases away…
Slash, the day I made you mad with the stupid words I said.
Two drops on the sink, maybe I'll be able to smile again…
Slash, the day I realized I wouldn't see you for five days.
Another drop joins the other two, and I swear my soul feels lighter…
Slash, the night of the fight and I half way lost you.
Three more drops go down, making six, because that night was too terrible to remember.
I collapse to the floor, and the razor clatters next to me.
I start slashing again.
Slash, you, sharing your love with someone else…
My hand "slips" and I make a long, angry line down my arm.
The pain is gone.
At least for now.
Until the razor sharp dreams are my own again.