One Last Cut

I stare blank at my bare virgin arms

So unwritten, 

So empty.

That's me-

Unwritten.

Empty.

Just one cut

Dear God, I promise that's all I'll do.

And one white pill, that's all I'll take.

That will be enough for me.

That will ease the hurt

And reveal the secrets I attempt to keep.

I stare blank at my unforgivable face

Lined with shadows and running make up.

I just want to feel whole again.

This will fix it.

Just one cut

Dear God, I promise that's all I'll do.

And one white pill, that's all I'll take.

That will be enough for me

To get on with my day.

I stare blank at myself.

My eyes dark with circles underneath,

My arms with deep scars.

I just want to stop.

Just one last cut

Dear God, won't that be enough?

Just one last white pill-

Maybe two will do the job.

I want out of here.

My emptiness is oddly consuming.

One last cut.

Dear God, that will be enough.