Blood

I press the knife blade tip into my skin.
I slide the blade from my finger up to my elbow, not feeling a thing.
I bite my lip as the smell of blood reaches my nose.
A shiver works its way down my spine as the shadows come in.
I trade hands switching the blade over to my bloody hand.
Not stopping to think just going.
This time I start from the elbow down.
Ending the second cut where the first one began.
I lean my head back and rest it against the bed.
From the corner of my eyes i see them.
The only ones in the room to stop me, but thats not what they are here for.
The shadows spill in closer as the blood smell fills the room.
The reasons for starting the blood flow are my own.
No one will understand what I go through.
Maybe i'm less than a person for giving up.
The wheels of time just keep turning and I'm always on the wrong end.
Like a glass of milk half full the gets knocked over and shatters into a million tiny pieces.
The shadows start to pull my body into different directions.
My blood covers ever inch of the room, as the shadows pull harder on my body my mind gives up.
With a sign I fall into a peace as I finally fall.