empty

Do you know what's worse than feeling all of the things?

Feeling none of the things.

I've spent the last 6 weeks staring at a box of brand new razor blades.

Still wrapped up neat in their paper.

I've been wondering

Should I let all the feelings out?

Can I?

Just take control, unwrap it,

Hold it gently, firmly in my fingertips.

Cut them out and sop them up.

Throw them away.

But.

It's never that easy.

My fingers trail over old scars,

Thin and washboard ridged.

I keep staring at that box,

and sobbing.