"Click"

The familiar "Click"

Of the Box-Cutter

Your picture begs me to stop

Your words run through my head

Old memories

I remember the moment

I viewed the blade

The same way you do

You pulled out your knife

The familiar "Click"

Sounded through the car

You threatened to cut yourself

And I felt such a burning rage

Towards that bit of metal

That it was a surprise that

My gaze did not melt the blade

Other memories dance through my head now

As the razor pierces my skin again

Your words

"Please don't do this again"

and

"If you cut again I'll shoot you"

You'd better load your gun

Because just as the blade

Has once more broken skin

My mind is broken

Once again