Jun 28, 2013
Last night
I saw a knife,
Newly polished,
Near the cupboard
Last night,
I remembered when I saw
Your thighs
With deep cuts all over
I cringed and thought,
What could have been so bad,
That you butchered the skin
Wherein you dwell in
What could have been so bad,
That you didn't think it would show
Even under those clothes
What could have been so bad,
That you forgot there are souls
Who cry when you do
What could have been so bad,
That you had to bleed
Just so you could breathe
Last night,
I understood.
