The blade slides across my skin it fits in my hand as it has been used before. It slides swiftly going deeper than it ever has.
The blood drips slowly. Then it speeds up becoming a steady stream.
I panic I stop the bleeding then think why not let it go and finally leave this life as I've planned for so long.
I uncover it let blood run. I lie there I close my eyes I feel lighter it all starts to fade away. I whisper "finally"...... Am I dead?
I open my eyes lying here the blAde in my hand. I look at my wrist there's no recent cuts none fresh.
Just a dream or passing thought. Why not make it a reality.
Why not make it all real? Why not?
