Tantrum

I hurt my wrists today.

I banged them on the desk.

I banged them in an outburst of emotional display

I banged them because I wasn't heard.

I banged them because I wanted to physically feel release of my mental anguish

I banged them because I wanted to kill myself.

                    I hurt because I'm numb

                    I hurt because I rage

                    I hurt because I'm wretched.

                    I hurt because I'm hurt.

Thoughts of silky quietness coax me to do it again

This time hard enough to break bone.

I don't think I'm able to argue to the contrary this time.