My Blackhole 2 by Shyn2quiet

This is how it was, that blackhole A shard of mirror, or glass A sewing needle But never a knife or scissors Holding them between my fingers Pressing the sharp edge to skin Dragging it across my flesh Watching it slice me open Watching droplets of blood Seepinng to the surface Crawling out like ants from a nest Feeling a sharp stinging pain Letting it take me over Sending me into a blackhole Where no one can touch me Reach me Talk to me Love me I'm so alone, all alone It doesn't matter to me As I relish on the loneliness There's no pain No hurting No nothing, just me, on my own Feeling the blackhole disappear Looking at the marks upon my flesh And just simply remember How it all felt And so this place is one That I'll never return to My blackhole