Yes I did,
I dug its sharp edges into my wrist ,
I felt nothing then;
As the blood trickled out,
I felt nothing.
So I cut deeper,
Smiling as the razor digs into my flesh,
Now I feel pain. I see red, the color of your betrayal.
But I must cleanse myself of this virus,
The desire of wanting you,
The need to claim you as mine.
I’m done you said,
Stabbing my heart and inflicting me with this eternal pain.
I, in denial
Hold on to the shattered pieces,
She’s obsessed they say
Because I hoped you’d be back.
Then your eyes filled with bliss,
At the sight of her.
Mad with pain,
I see red, the color of your sin.
So I stab from behind,
that we may rest,
Together in bliss.