Steady Voice.

A steady voice,
lingers in my mind.
It whispers to me,
go ahead, it's not
going to hurt you.

It will be, a
quick clean cut.
It doesn't take
much, but a
second of your time.

I want tot yell NO!
But it makes me hurt more.
It's hard to resist,
with the knife sitting
right in front of me.

I try to pull back,
but my arm doesn't budge.
Before I know it,
this knife is in my grasp.

I hold it to my wrist,
trying not to think,
of all the pain I'll be in.
But it cannot compare,
to the pain I'm in right now.

I push it down, and pull.
I scream in pain,
and laugh as tears roll down my cheeks.
This new formed fut is deep.

I fall to the ground,
still laughing and crying.
My friend runs in,
and screams at what she sees.
She can't believe I did this.

I have a steady voice,
that lingers in my mind.
And forever it will stay.