Something triggers my mind
A word, a phrase, an action
Once it crosses my mind I have to
I race up into my room
Frantically I search for my tool
Something sharp
a needle, scissors, anything
It's in my hand
Pressure against my wrist
"Your a fucking cunt, you don't deserve to live"
More pressure
"How can you be so stupid!"
Pain rushes through my arm
It dissolves
"I want to die"
I move down my arm
There's many lines now
I press the razor deep into my skin
Hoping for blood to seep around it
It's not working
I lightly carve into the pressured lines
I finally see blood
Tears fall
"No one cares about me"
More tears
I slowly lose grip and let the razor fall
the wounds sting
I hold my arm against me
Wishing everything would go away
Wishing it was over
