A little free verse I wrote in a time of desperation and pure adrenaline.
Each breath is a gasp
You are your own worst enemy.
Tears pour down your cheeks
You're looking for relief
Convinced you'll find it
In a knife.
There goes your heart
Your innocence, your youth
The only thing left is sheer will.
You won't do it this time
This time will be different, you think
Or do you?
"Hold on," you're chanting, "you're stronger than this, you'll be fine"
"Hold on, you're stronger than this, you'll be fine."
Will you lose control?
No one knows
The way you bottle things up, how could they?