"Contemplation of the Confused Soul"

Many a time, I sit and wonder

Pondering my life and all within

This world that people call home

Is it worth it to live and breathe

To suffer and then die?

Are people really worth all this trouble

The hurt and agony they cause

Is anything really worth it?

The tears that have been spilt

Over these contemplations

Were they worth it too?

Was it worth it to think about sorrow

To feel the pain ripping through

As old memories start an endless barrage

They surface and resurface

Causing waves to tears to flow

Down and down they fall

Splattering the pillow

Will blood soon follow the tears

That are falling down

Faster and faster they come

Staring confusedly at the world around

The knife is held at the wrist

Glancing around, checking if anyone cares

Feeling the pressure of the blade

Seeing the thin band of red forming

The weapon is then dropped

No real damage done

Not yet, at least

Confusion still tears through

Insecurity is shining through the eyes

A trembling hand brings a tissue

To cover the newly formed wound

Will there be any more to follow?

The stiletto still on the ground

Glittering innocently in the glaring light

But looks are not to be trusted

For now, it is put away

For now