That’s all you can do
That, and think rationally,
Everything going through your head,
Everything you feel,
Is really nothing.
Not worth it.
So you breathe
But you can’t control it any longer,
You need to do something,
You know only one thing will cut it,
In more ways than one.
You pick up the blade and inspect it,
Trying to understand why it’s so powerful.
Then you press it to your skin,
Everything is ok.
And you breathe,