For the Rest

I go into a room and I see no one is there.
I look on the table and I see a knife right here.
I think of how I left everyone behind, how I hurt so many people.
That all I ever wanted to was to have everyone in my life all the time.
Why did I have to choose?
Why did a decision have to be made?
I take the knife and I slowly scratch my arm with it.
As it starts to drip, I watch it hit the floor.
I make another slit, here’s for who I’ve hurt before.
I have a list of people that I have caused pain to.
And now I’m adding more for the new people that don’t have a clue.
I see a puddle.
It’s red and shinny.
I hear someone coming.
But I thought I left everyone and locked the door behind me?
The door opens slowly but before I can get up and go you are all ready there trying to stop me.
I scream, “You can’t help me anymore, this is for the best!”
You grab me and hold me and say, “I’m doing this for the rest.”