Nothing

Cold

Cold.

It's cold.

The water I mean.

Nothing else.

The cold water spraying onto my skin like rain.

Coming from the head of the shower, soaking my grey sweatshirt.

I no longer have any feeling in my left arm.

All I can feel is the burning sensation from the scar I just created on my wrist.

I can also feel my heart ache at the pain of the reason why I did this.

The blade sits.

Looking still and pretty sitting in my hand.

Scarlet red blood drips from both the scar on my wrist and the tip of the blade.

I know I can't come back from this mistake.

Thats why I did it.

Can't do anything about know.

I'm in too deep.

And my heart?

I can feel it beginning to slow down.

My earbuds try helplessly to keep me up.

Pumping nice tones and music in my ears.

Music is my world.

Music was my world.

Now I'm leaving my world.

The negative energy hugging my body, smiling that I gave into its temptation

Still.

I can't seem to focus on the music my ear buds are trying to feed me.

I manage to smile knowing that I won't have to deal with this anymore.

The Pain.

The Trauma.

The Starvation.

I close my eyes, feeling the weight of my body sink in.

No more.

I am no more.

I feel as if I am merely nothing.

I did it.

It worked.

I am free.