just playing

for those who were just playing and are now addicted

Around and around and around

You spin the knife

Open and closed and open and closed and open and closed

You slide the case

In and out and in and out and in and out

You push the blade

You say you're just playing

Just messing around

A prick of the point

Into your palm

Once

Twice

Again

You say you're just playing

Just messing around

You wanted to see

How sharp it was

Plain 

curiosity

But then you see

That tiny speck of 

Blood 

from

the nick 

Of you 'just playing'

Not enough to pool

But a small puddle on your 

palm

You realize you let something

Out

Something

silent

Something

angry

Something 

hidden

Something 

real

And you know you were just

playing

Just messing 

around

But you realize that release

That tiny

unintentional release

Is the words you cannot find

The scream you cannot muster

The tears you cannot cry

And then

When it all becomes 

too much

When life decides to try to 

crush you

You remember that

release

How 

Easy it was

How

relieving

How 

quiet

How 

comforting

You said you were 

just playing 

Just messing around

But not

anymore

Now

You're serious

Dependent

Addicted

to the sharpness

That finally provides

an escape

You were just playing 

Just messing around 

But now

you can't 

stop

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Dangerously Addictive

Suffering sweetly releases the valve.

Interesting Read

Matthew

[Nicole Schuster]

Thank you!!

[Matthew Kult]

Welcome

Matthew

[Jake Donald Stephens]

Jesus Christ, this is on point...

[Nicole Schuster]

Thank you :)

[Pete]

a lot of things start out that way. scary but effectively penned.

[Nicole Schuster]

Thank you! :)

[Relic]

Many find their outlet through the release of blood. Like letting go of their insides so they can feel better. The scars are never pretty though.

Interesting point of view here.

[Nicole Schuster]

Exactly. Thanks for the review :)

[Relic]

My pleasure. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong and honest thoughts in the words. When we challenge the darkness. The darkness will win. The flow of thoughts led to true ending. Thank you Nicole for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Nicole Schuster]

Thank you :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.