With a silver razor blade carve successive signs
Even though I Feel the pain
Even though I see blood from the wounds flowing
I will not stop my
Inspiration With the razor blade so lightly flows
I dry my wounded hands from the bloody marks
I kneel and fold them evenly in thanksgiving pray
I didn’t kill myself right away
I was so close to the edge
Restrained myself
Perhaps for a moment,
found something to believe in
memories and what once was
Perhaps, for the last time gave myself and her a chance
Next time will be my end
When I reach for the crime I will not restrain myself,
And with my own blood
At my lowest low, on the bedroom wall I will write:
“I loved you Lexapro”
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