Things Were Too Good

Cold steel.
Pressing on my skin.
Slowly sliding and tearing the skin.
Like my soul within.

A thin crimson ribbon.
Flows out slowly.
As the sharp metallic edge drags...
Cutting...
Scraping...
Dragging...

I pick the blade up.
And put it down again.
In another place.
On my skin.
And start again.

What I tried so hard for.
For  two years and six months.
Was just erased.
In two seconds.

Life sucks and then you die.