With a quick swish the blood starts to flow; Drip Drip
The stinging statrs to fade and i start to regret what i've done. Tears start to flow; Drip Drip
I rest my head on the wall and think; 'What have i done?'
The images of the abuse and torture flood through my mind.
With a quick swish the blood starts to flow; Drip Drip
I stop, si, and wait for the sadness to fade but it never does.
I cry when i hear the front door open and slam shut, this time a quick swich wont work. I take the blade and slowly drag it across my left wrist then my right. A deep cut: heavy/fast drops land on the bathroom floor.
Lock the bathroom door, wait
*Knock Knock*....
The tears are no longer flowing. At last i feel at peace.
*Knock Knock*
Slipping away feels nice *smile* i'm coming mom....
