Wristful Thinking

It was like any usual day except for the fact that it was quite an unusual day My very unkind acquaintance the box cutter decided to cut my wrist with his lips THREE TIMES! First was a little nip, a lick and then came a huge split And he tore the pain right out of me Suicidal tendencies Now you see, I am not normally not me But the pain inside was gasping to breathe And I met a friend willing to set them free Slit 1, slit 2, Slit 3 and I could feel everything My chest felt instant relief Because the pain deep down Is deeper than deep Now I have twelve tiny reminders Fortune cookies if you will That tell the story of a lonely girl who just wanted to feel Feel anything BUT what I was feeling It was one of those can’t-freakin-believe-this-ishh moments Where you lay back and just stare at the ceiling Now you begin to judge me as though I enjoyed it The truth is I didn’t enjoy it one bit I close my eyes and see slit---slit I wish I could unremember it But what is done turns to scar So I’ll push the memory afar That part of me will never be the same For now a huge blunder lay Right in between the words “Stay Strong” In remembrance of those gone I’m am sorry. Self-- I am most ashamed I will never hold your life in my hands like a game to be played