Cut

What did you expect

Beneath fluorescent lamps

With the cynical truth mirrors always tell

First you take a breath

Then you touch your flesh

Find the sharp edge and plunge it in

What did you expect

Once release gave way to regret

And your scars wear better than your shame

And I can’t ask you why

You need you need your knife

To feel anything

Release me

Let the pain so wet

Be wrung from my chest

Release me