I’ve always found knives beautiful The shine, strength A perfect weapon

I crave death As children screech With excitement Huddled in groups How that will change

Screams fill my ears Blood splattered, bodies split The desire grows to remorse …oh what have I done

208 days 30 weeks 7 months

That’s how long I was with you It’s how long I was my happiest, Most adventurous, growing self

I had trusted you But that trust had evaporated into the clear sky Sending me spiraling And not handing me a parachute Plummeting me to my death

It was 221 days 31 weeks 7 months

Of heartbreak Growth And confusion

I’ve found heartbreak as a comfort And a death While a sacrifice was forced on a broke being With nowhere to go

My brain is known for Miss interpreting truth From fantasy

The shadows lurk around me Figures move like waves Merely hidden With no good intention

Heavy stares Penetrating my body Knowing they’re found Sucking the spirit of The unaware Leaving them barely thriving

Knowing this is no Fantasy I pray