Weaponized

My body's a weapon,

Sharpened to the very core.

With a tongue like a razor

And words like a sword,

My mouth's a double-edged blade.

My hurt holds hands with the pain

And my heart feels constrained,

Beneath the weight of that power.

My fingers feel strong and my mind weak

While I step over friends and enemies.

Sometimes I can't control who I've become,

Causing me to add distance.

Once the double-edged blade strikes again,

It was then I knew.

My body will be my own end.