new beginning

i'm aiming for bottom
i can only start there
so helping me up
isn't really helping me


i don't trust the ladders
or dainty white lifelines
that offer to save
me from suffering


what i really crave
is the tenderness of bruises
your shiny boots kicking me
like they used to do


reminding me of lies
i believed to be real
building up confidence
and self esteem


so now you've changed
now you respect me
now you so want to help
i only have one request


Just hold my hand
firm and steady
keep me from shaking
so I can slit my wrists


Then leave me.

The End

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