It Beckons Me
It
beckons me,
Trying to make me see
That I am nothing,
Without the blade.
It brings forth highs forgotten,
Asking me to bleed once again-
Because of what I am,
Unless to this weakness I succumb.
But I know something it does not-
Everyday I’ve fought,
Until the day came,
I was someone.
I’ve become me,
For everyone to see.
I’ve said goodbye,
To all of the past pain.
It beckons me,
Because it does not see,
That it no longer owns me,
Because I am free.
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