Unaware of Charity
In the darkness of my closet
I lay on my back...crying
Orange Handled knife in my hand...heart racing
Shapeless emotions coursings through my mind
Tear drops...salty salty tear drops fill my ears
Cold Sharpe knife prickes my already damaged skin
My closed eyes pop open
The knifes drops to the floor immediately
The front door opened
...mom came home
I didn't cut that night
Thanks mom.
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