bl[p]e[n]eding

this time i dug
deep
allowing the pain to leak
from what was
at the time
my soul

the pain of not being
whole
feeling like i can't reach
lifes goal
like
im
stuck in a black hole
choosing between
a knife
and a pistol
this is where the story
unfolds

i chose to
bleed slowly
using the sharpest
object closest
to allow my
essence to drip
from my limb and
splatter
like
drops
of
rain

putting myself
in full control
seeing the blood
feeling the pain
relieving endorphins
and releasing stress


but i
bled
mentally
not physically
i allowed my pen to bleed
and not my soul