Warning: This work has been rated 16+.
The silver blade kisses my wrist
with more affection than I have felt-
its love as
the tears that fall from my eyes.
The pain is white-hot
and yet, yet it is welcome,
More so than the other kind,
the kind that hurts the heart
and pierces the mind
Again, I try my heavy hand at poetry. I wrote this when I was genuinely depressed, although I don't think I ever actually considered doing it. It was just, for that fleeting moment, me believing that I did. Please review!