Nothing

A search for relief fails

This mechanical pencil will be my salvation.

The lead is tucked neatly inside,

The point gleaming of a dull sharpness.

I bring it down to my skin and rub.

I’m sitting in public while I let the fake metal scrape at my skin,

Hiding my hand under my desk.
People would think I was drawing on myself,

But I’m not.

No, I’m searching for the relief I’ve heard so much about,

About the pain that eases the mental downfall.

But this pain intrigues me more then it liberates me,

It doesn’t hurt too badly at all.

 

I look at my work of art,

A small mark easily mistaken for a cat scratch,

And what do I get from it?
No salvation.

No relief.

No liberation.

As a matter of fact,

I still feel like s**t

But now my wrist hurts too.

Author's Note

True story lol

Reviews

[RonnieBreight]

great ending! and so true!