I sit here, debating, whether or not to pick it up I want to... it's so shiny and beautiful and sharp It's beauty makes a promise a promise of relief a promise of pain a promise of control Its like it calls to me telling me I want to, need to even though I've been told to say away from it I know I shouldn't but I want to oh so bad I want to I'll just hold it I tell myself maybe then the urge will go away So I do I pick it up But if anything the urge is stronger Maybe if I just hold it closer against my wrist that'll be enough to make the urge stop Once again, it just gets stronger Maybe if I just pull it against my wrist without pressing down the urge will go away Again, it doesn't, just gets stronger If it's that stong maybe I should just give in, I think as I feel the wonderful pain this beautiful promise makes