scrambled

blade // tw: mention of sh

i was in the kitchen, alone.

filled with panic and anxiety i grab a knife.

its blade was sharp, enough to do the job.

i would put it up to my neck, but i didn't.

i lower it to my wrist.

i slice and slice.

i do it with so much force,

yet it doesn't cut, why?

please, cut.

i deserve this.

after being a horrible friend to others,

i deserve it.

this is the only other way.

i can't magically take their pain,

so i have to inflict it on myself.

please, cut.

this blade sucks.