Stabbing deep into my chest
blood curdles and flows
from my chest down the
silver dagger that punctures
where my heart was meant to be
Over and over again
stabbing in through the front
and straight out through the back
Stabbing a hallow shell
that surprisingly has blood left
to bleed out
Stabbing and stabbing
Just to see if I could still feel
but all I felt was an empty hallow of a shell
A perpetrator, wearing the masks
others sewed on with unsterile needles
as they smiled at me with a cheshire cat smile
So, I kept stabbing
trying to remember what it felt like to feel emotions
that don’t belong to others
Trying to remember how I really feel
and who I was
if ever I really was
