Sweet Nothings
In the quiet solitude of my mind
everything on the outside raging around me
I am not fine
I see things twisting around me
Things I can't control
I think I'm falling out of myself
I am no longer whole
I feel the knife touch my flesh
I feel it break my skin
But i don't feel any pain
I only feel happiness
A final end to my suffering
I slip out of my body
And I see the knife there on the floor
I look down at my bleeding wrists
I don't belong here anymore
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