blood

I'm sitting here, and I'm trying to think,
but its like I'm wrapped in fear.

I sit down on the bathroom floor,
and I tell myself to do it.

I think back to earlier that day.
the tears start coming.

fuck.
I hate myself.
why am I even still here?

I let out a half laugh, half sob, and grab my razor.

I look at my wrist, and then at my razor.

I put the razor to my arm, and cut.

I don't stop.

I do it again, and again.

blood starts to pour all over my arm and hand.

I lay down on the floor.

my arms resting in a puddle of my own blood.

I hope this is the end.

but its not.

I didn't cut deep enough.

maybe I will next time.