Wrists

The sharp edge catches the light on my wrist like a bangle that was meant to be there The blade has teeth but doesn't smile it just knows, it just understands me and my shaking fingers like a servant it will do as I ask like a slave there is no choice like a friend it loves me more than others who find themselves on the opposite side of my locked bathroom door And now I call, now I let fall all of the change I would never see come to pass I hold tight to the razor edge and bury it through my vanishing skin I can't win, but I will be here fighting back the world with a leaking heart Which spills off my arms... onto a desensitized, white floor This is my door, my way my red choice forming pools around my fallen, slumped hands I just want to be understood I just want to show all this color within And you can have it now I give you all of me colorless and empty Since now I finally make it right I've finally saved my life...