It brushes against your arm,

Blood drips.

Pain follows.

It’s only a graze.

But you want it to do so much more.

You look down at the carving knife.

Sigh.

And drop it.

Life may be short,

Life may be hard.

Life may be a fucking nightmare.

But, you’ve gotta understand,

It isn’t worth tearing your arms open for.

That’s how I was.

But now I know.

Life is shit,

But you’ve seriously,

Gotta take as much as you can get.

Instead of giving in,

And letting life slip,

But taking it away.