I Remember You

I pass the blade from hand to hand
My first, and my only
It's rusted and stained with tears and blood
But it tells a million stories of sorrow
I trace it along my scars
I remember the pain
The suffering
The addiction
This small piece of sharpened metal heals as it hurts
I press it shallowly along my thigh to remember the cold burn
Deeper and deeper
Cut after cut later
I find myself bleeding again
My memories pouring out of my skin
Ruby tears dripping
Dripping from my blade
I pass the blade from hand to hand
Fress blood bonding to it forever
I put it away
In that same old place
Wishing it would dissapear
Wishing my scars would dissapear
Wishing that I could dissapear

Poem by janellevengeance

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