More poems by Grasping For Air

Relief

One cut is all it takes
one cut to force me awake
of what my wrists get for my mistakes
one big cut to stop the heartache

one time I’ll take it too far
one time I just might starve
mirrors don’t show who we really are
one esophagus covered in scars

one pull I’m risking at will
one pull I’ll never feel
so frustrated I’m ready to kill
one too many of my pills

one step is all it takes
one step and I will break
looking down I see my fate
one leap I’m willing to take

one life I have for living
I’m sure God will forgive my sinning
is it me or is the room spinning
already too late to try forgiving