My mind is racing as I pull the blade closer to my arms

Listening for that voice of reason

That will only come after this has ended

The red blood coming faster than my mind has realized

What this hand has done

The blood keeps coming

As my mind races

I need to stop

But what about the next time?

I need to stop

But what about them?

They all want answers

To the question I’m asking myself

When my feet are tied to this blade

Where can I go?