Blood drips from the open palm
the hand silently cries
due to the pain it received
The knife passes blamelessly
slicing deep through already heavily scarred skin
before moving on to the soft flesh of the wrist
unaware that it is doing any wrong
the hand that holds it is at fault
but won't suffer any punishment
People would say the wielder needs help
but won't do a damn thing about it to ease their pain
sometimes all they need is a little support
a comforting voice in their world of chaos
just to show them that someone cares enough about them
to make them put down the blade
John Westlake
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/155-blood-drips-from-the-open-palm/
