Thinking Is Dangerous Poem by Diane Kordas

I sit here...alone,
Thinking...
Thinking is bad...NO...it is DANGEROUS!
It ends with my blood...or fire...sometimes both.
I need a new escape.
The blood is dripping down my chest, arms and legs...this comforts me.
If I am lucky it will drip onto paper...
I will then burn it and watch my blood burn.
I feel alone with my thoughts...
It hurts me...
I want to leave and end this pain
It's too much...my music isn't helping.
Perhaps I am too far gone, too lost, too broken...
End it all now...