I stand here with a sharp knife in my left hand. Looking into the reflection of the knife, I only see and ugly image.. It peers back at me. Standing here with a sharp knife in my hand I ask myself if its worth it.. Will life get better, or will I always loop back into this depression?
Laughing at how stupidly foolish I have been, a tear escapes my right eye. Who have I become? Why does everything leave?
I look out the window one last time before I think of where? My minds rushing but I hear one thing repeated, where what? Chuckling and how stupid I can be, I ponder upon the thought, where? Stomach, neck, wrist, legs?
I feel a throbbing pain in my stomach. I don't know where I am. I only hear whimpering in the corner... I can only simply ask what's going on. Nothing more, nothing less.. Gasps were all I heard, then a cry out for my name. Hearing the story, takes my breath away.
"You stood there with a knife in your hand, then with one quick motion, you were down. A blood pool surrounded you. You were quickly admitted to the Emergency Room.... You had lost a lot of blood. You stabbed your stomach, then fell."
Not realizing this was the truth, I soon began to black out. I woke up again once more, hooked up to a machine.. "What is wrong with you! Why would you do this!?" I've never told one person why I would do anything like this, only because I knew, but it was too complicated and hurtful, so I kept It to myself..
