Poem??

As the wound scabs over and leaves me a scar,
the pain I once felt starts to fade fast.

With calmness and a mind of absolute peace
I dream of blades, of knives, of blood.
O, blood red.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Drops onto the pavement,
lands onto my socks,
and stains them red forever.

I watch as the puddle grows bigger and the calmness starts to grow.

And I feel elated,
knowing that I've done everything I could to stop everything from happening,
but I knew deep down that everything didn't matter,
because in the end,
nothing ever changes.

I closed my eyes,
and breathed.

And,
I lived.