Hello, Dear Knife.

Hello, my friend.
It’s been awhile.
                                               Why, hello! How have you been?
Well, lately I can’t
Seem to smile.
                                               Sit you down, and let’s begin.
So sorry to disturb you,
But--
                                               Hush hush, let me just make you bleed.
I crave the comfort of
Your cuts.
                                               Sit still, and just relax my love.
                                               I know exactly what you need.
It’s your comforting
Sting I seek…
                                               I knew that you’d come crawling back…
I know my self-control
Is weak.
                                               …For what I offer’s what you lack.
Slice me up, let my
Wounds weep,
                                               As you wish; I will comply.
For the hole I drown in
Is far too deep.
                                               All bloodied up! Now look…Oh my!
Dearest knife,
Please tear me more
                                              What can I say?
                                              I love my work.
‘Till my blood dries
On the floor.
                                              You love it too!
                                              I see that smirk.
Until I’m satisfied,
You will
                                             A cut, a stab,
                                             A happy prick…
Gash me until
I’ve had my fill.
                                             Sequenced trenches dug in skin,
                                             And an accidental knick.
Now I wipe tears from
My eye, the blood off of
My skin,
                                             Are you finally done with me?
                                             I grow tired of this game.
I’ve decided not to allow
This cycle to begin again.
                                             Hush now, hon, I know the truth.
                                             We’re both glad that you came.
Yet, no matter now
Much I promise
To give up…
                                             Well, goodnight, it’s getting late.
This cycle’s too vicious
To ever stop.
                                             Ain’t self-mutilation fun?