I sit on the edge of the tub
Staring at the soft, pale underbelly of my arm
I no longer see it as a part of me
Now it is just the means to an end
The novelty of self-medication
Has long been gone
When I recall the things I’ve done
I no longer laugh, now I regret
Just like Trent said everyone has gone away
But still as I sit here with this blade
I wish I had the courage to cut
And I pray that I’ll see The God
I only hope to hear him speak
Even if only for him to say
“Away from me I never knew you”
I am seeking the only way I know how
Stephen Martin II
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-sit-on-the-edge-of-the-tub/
