there is a knife stabbing my heart

without drawing blood 

the tip of its blade pierces me

with every breath i take

there are voices in my head

that point out all my flaws

and tell me i’m ungrateful

for a life i did not want

there is someone in my body

who looks like me but thinks too much

and feels too little and i can’t tell 

when she is her and i am me

there are two people in my house

who call me their next of kin 

they say it’s for my future 

but i don’t know if i can live to then

there is a knife stabbing my heart

there are voices in my head 

there is someone in my body 

i plead, but they 

don’t

won’t

listen 

there is a knife stabbing my heart

but i am still breathing

i am still living

i am still hurting