My battle

You’ve overlooked my problem once again,

You’ve over looked my pain,

You’ve overlooked me,

Is it easy not to see?

The problem I can’t solve,

I’m arguing with myself again,

Then my knife becomes involved.

My body and my knife become entwined,

With pain being their creation.

My body is weakened,

With pain comes suffocation.

My knife triumphs once again,

Leaving my body scarred and rattled,

But there it rests, awaiting its next battle.