Hurt

I Surrender

I hold the blade in my hand.

And pull up my sleeves.

I press the blade to my wrist.

This is it.

Just a little bit, I chide myself.

But I can no longer hear my own words.

I look at the skin and veins on my wrist.

A little nick and twist should do the trick.

I stare at the crimson line.

The blood drops in beads.

In a sense I feel relieved.

A sense of calm is what I’ve achieved.

I look at the blade I’ve used to cut myself.

It looks so harmless.

I gasp at the amount of blood pouring from my wrist

It wasn’t meant to end up like this.

I’ve gone too far.

I’ve toed the line.

The invisible boundary I set for myself.

I’ve bought this on myself.

I look at my reflection.

All of my old self has disappeared.

I am now endangered.

And this is all because, I surrendered.