Razorblades

The ball dropped, people kissed. You sit locked away in the bathroom, crimson blood dripping from your wrists, legs, and stomach. So much happiness around you, you watch in envy as people are being loved. Another year of being invisible, forgotten, alone. It's like you're already gone. You cut deeper to see the monsters within. Your New Year's resolution? To die before the night is over. This is the one thing you hope to accomplish