Daisie-Lyn Fuller

Sharp - Daisie-Lyn Fuller

Sharp was the razor blade that cut through my leg at 14,

The first sight of scarlet, trickling down my thigh

Sharp were the words I put in my head 

Leaving me sleepless, and making me cry.

 

Sharp was what happened to me at 15,

Taking the last of my innocence away

Sharp are the emotions I endure all the time

Every morning. Every night. Every damn day.

 

Sharp was the knife through my wrist at 16,

Watching the blood pour out with masochistic glee

Sharp was the satisfaction of letting them get to me

Beaten only by knowing I am stronger than thee.