Self harm colorless

The unforgiving cavern

Exhausted.
I'm sorry.

I slam my door shut.
Today was the last straw.

My eyes nearly swollen shut, I cry into my grey sleeves. Releasing all my sadness into my sore arms.

A hissing madness. Slithering and constricting my mind like a snake. I look to my left. I see a kitchen knife on my desk.

I grab the wooden handle, and pull up my sleeves.

Right before I plunge the knife into my pale skin, my mind stops.
"Should I or should I not?"

Before I even answer my own question, the knife slices open a small slit on myself.

I wince. Nothing I've felt hurt this much. Then suddenly it felt warm. Warm and fuzzy. I cut again, and again.

Before I knew it, I had almost carved my muscles and all of the skin off.

The tears come back.

They begin to burn. My wrists are bleeding gallons.
I suddenly realize that I'd be ruining my parent's lives. What I was going.
I never felt more regretful.

Then it ended. My life clock has ceased ticking.
Farewell, myself.
Please don't make the same mistakes I made.