Breathe

I gasp at the motion of blood oozing out
Of dozens of cuts on my wrists
The notion is simple yet heavy with
Irony
Bleeding will help me live

It's clear when my thoughts turned to HIM
Careful
Parallel
Lines
Became gashes at angles
And differing depths

He still controls
Every part of me
Will he reign until I no longer breathe .... Breathe
Will I die because he taught me that sharp things
Can be
should be
will be
Used
Just like me