iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
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- Mar 30, 2002
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It's funny, how quickly a trip to the Emergency Room can sober you up.
There's so many thoughts racing through your brain, all at once.
There's just this certain scent that lingers,
and makes you count all your possibilites on one hand.
And even though the knife cut deep enough,
that it won't stop bleeding,
4 hours later...
you know you are going to be fine.
Maybe a scar or two.
But that's something.
A reminder of a story, of what exactly you thought that instant.
That night.
Perhaps it's something that you shouldn't forget.
And a lovely nurse comes in to talk to me.
Asks me,
how many did you have to drink tonigh?
3 or 4.
How much do you smoke a day?
About a half a pack.
Is there any chance you could be pregnant?
Nope, none.
Funny, ya know?
Cause 2 our of 3 wouldn't be bad.
More funny, that I lied on all of the above.
I mean, it's not like they don't already know, ya know?
She cornered me in this room...
four white fucking walls.
The thought of them makes me turn as ghostly white.
She told me the irrelevant.
Something I already knew.
I wonder what else, is growing inside,
the pit of my stomach, except what is irrelevant.
Another thing, I already knew.
And I wonder what else, it would really take, besides just knowing,
something not so fake.
Something that is living proof, that it shouldn't be this way.
That it shouldn't have gone this far.
There's so many thoughts racing through your brain, all at once.
There's just this certain scent that lingers,
and makes you count all your possibilites on one hand.
And even though the knife cut deep enough,
that it won't stop bleeding,
4 hours later...
you know you are going to be fine.
Maybe a scar or two.
But that's something.
A reminder of a story, of what exactly you thought that instant.
That night.
Perhaps it's something that you shouldn't forget.
And a lovely nurse comes in to talk to me.
Asks me,
how many did you have to drink tonigh?
3 or 4.
How much do you smoke a day?
About a half a pack.
Is there any chance you could be pregnant?
Nope, none.
Funny, ya know?
Cause 2 our of 3 wouldn't be bad.
More funny, that I lied on all of the above.
I mean, it's not like they don't already know, ya know?
She cornered me in this room...
four white fucking walls.
The thought of them makes me turn as ghostly white.
She told me the irrelevant.
Something I already knew.
I wonder what else, is growing inside,
the pit of my stomach, except what is irrelevant.
Another thing, I already knew.
And I wonder what else, it would really take, besides just knowing,
something not so fake.
Something that is living proof, that it shouldn't be this way.
That it shouldn't have gone this far.
