Blood dripping on the wall
as the razor falls from my hand
forcing myself to get up
thoughts rush though my mind
looking at myself though the mirror
what have I become?
am I emo?
is this really me?
so many thoughts
I lost so much blood I feel weak
I didn't know how dominant it was for a cut
thinking about the path of knowledge of good and evil
path one has left me path two is my new route
I feel as if I'm in a terrifying nightmare
with no way out
but thins is not a dream
this is reality.
