you refuse to relate, but deep down you know you do.

Two.

Sitting on the side of the bathtub, I take the blade to my soft skin.

It isn't like I've done it before.

I slice through the skin, no reaction.

Blood falls down my wrists.

I lower my arms and look at the floor.

It isn't like anyone cares for someone like me.

Looking down at my arms, I see white for the first time.

I drop the blade and slump slowly back into the bath.

The blood rushes out, I let out a smile as everything starts going black.

I can finally be free from the pain you've caused.