Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Wonder Why

The bracelet pushes
Into my skin,
Makes me remember all
Those times when I
Held that knife so close
To my heart.
I was certain I would
Pierce myself a small bit.

I was so positive that I
Would have been dead
Lone before the age of 21,
Yet, some voice was
Always stopping me, telling me that
Everything would be okay.

It must have taken
Quite a lot to make me quit it.

I still wonder why.

June 28, 2005

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