a double edged sword
Category: Poems

tw - self harm

I hate clocks
counting down the time until tomorrow 
and tomorrow... and tomorrow...
and though these days feel infinite 
I know soon i’ll be plunged into the darkness - once again 
and i’ll forget it all - once again
I am sometimes calmed by this
but tonight it feels like I have made a new enemy 
I wonder what time will be my last
and how long it’ll take to get there

the road ahead is a long one
and truth be told,
I don’t want to even think about it. 
the future, embellished as it may be
holds no light
but maybe it holds hope
a double edged sword, that, 
hopefully,
will slit my wrists before I feel again