Under the knife
You've cried your eyes out. As you squeeze every feeling that is inside of you, so you can mold it into tears just so they can express what you couldn't do with words. They imitate a small stream, it begins to meander, creating different channels on your face, as they flow down, drenching the paper in front of you. The damage your tears cause, reflect the pain coursing through you. Your hands, they tremble and shake. Unable to finish the letter you were suppose to write. Forming lines that can't be deciphered on the paper as it mixes with your emotions ... you messed up ... trying to write on your tears soaked paper. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? What are you doing ... As the emotions rush towards you, you crouch, you cover your ears. Trying to escape. The only way you know how ... is with that blade.