A Suicidal Story

Art of Blood

It was an average day at school. I went through class doing different things . But fun fact about me, I take art cause it relieves my pain...(Beside my blade of course) My parents have always told me I was a good artist . Even when I was 5 and drew scribbles, they saw images . Anyway, we were told to draw a body self portrait , but more of your personality in the picture. It wasn't what you saw in the mirror. It was what you thought of yourself. So I painted and painted of what I am . Im a " Stressed, Depressed, Book-worm, music loving, artist who cuts."
But the thing is, the teacher walks around tells you to explain yourself. So I explained to her what I was and she asked "Are those cuts?"(on the painting, not my arms. I had to lie. Quickly. Or I'd end up in a bad place. So I said "Oh no those aren't cuts in the the picture. It's part of an old shirt I had that holds each member of my family in my heart." Phew. That was a close one . Thank god.
Now it was lunch time . So I sat where I usually sit . At the back school eating my lunch , drawing in my sketch -book . Oh I forgot to tell you guys, I left those "Friends" of mine last month. Which made me only slightly happier. But I still use my blade just not all the time. Like today. Usually parents are supposed to know everything about you . Mine don't. One's a drunk and one's always Traveling. That's my dad the traveler. Also another fun fact, I have two dads. That's another reason I get made fun of. But that doesn't bug me. You don't support it? That's cool. But if you disrespect my dads cause of love, I will fucking cut you. Moving on back to my story. I never used to cut , Til last year. My pretends-he's a punk but really a softy boyfriend killed himself last year. No I didn't cut cause my love was over. I cut because I was lonely without him. I had no place to go. One dad was traveling while the other was yelling at me calling me stupid for cutting.

Now I'm here. Cutting again. Blood landing on the concrete floor. I mean it's kinda cool, when the blood drips it makes an intriguing sound on the floor. Then it leaves a pattern. Kinda like a heart . I don't know, but it always lands in a heart while the blood drips. Don't ask me, but one thing , it's an art form for me.