Pieces of Soft Skin

Sitting discussing the weekend
i took out my knife
slowly carved at the burnt pieces
cutting slowly
he watched me
i calmly spoke as i slowly cut
i took the pieces of skin and placed them on my leg
i was alsost done
cutting slower and slower
taken out the dead parts
leaving the living
i gut up and tossed the usless in the trash
refolded the knife
placed it back into my pocket
he looked at me like i was crazy
i stared back and asked him how his weekend was

now looking at the pieces that are missing
i see new skin forming
it hurts to move
as it did before
but i know i did it to my self
both times so i never compalin
is she sees what i have done
she will again think i am unstable
but this time i was sober

i give it a month
before i can use them
with out wincing inside