the moment

Laying in bed trying to sleep, I notice my eyes begin to leak. Joy of joys I'm crying again. I try to fight back the tears but they come anyway. . .then the urge hits me like a ton of bricks. It's time for a pain fix. As if on auto pilot I reach for my blade and quickly write the first thing in my mind, "I am nothing" bold as can be. Suddenly the tears stop and inside I feel calm as I watch the blood rising up from each cut, the crimson slowly rolling down my leg. Moments later I wipe it away, and slowly sink back into bed. The house as quiet as my head....