A Powerful Thing

The room is dark, light coming only from the moon.
I know it will happen, so very, very soon.
The blind is pulled shut. I sit alone.
I sit by myself. I sit on my own.
No longer is this true. My thoughts take lead.
They take me through what I want. Take me through what I need.
My mind is a person, Stronger than me.
Guides me, leads me, determines what I see.
I let it take it's power, thinking it wise.
Ignore my shaking hands, my eyes fix on the knives.
Don't even have to listen. I know what has to be done.
Though others beg to differ, options - I see only one.
Before I know different, there is a knife in my hand.
No time to stop it. My heart sinks like sand.
All that's known now, is the pain and regret.
So much trauma, that I wish I could forget.
But as I put on a cover face, and pretend it's all okay,
I'm comforted with the thought, that I got through one more day.

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