Warning!!
Standing.
Water drips down my back
Pools around my feet.
Breathing.
Razor in my hand.
Thinking.
Scenario one.
Looking at the blade.
The cause of my destruction.
Light glinting off, reflected.
Thinking about death.
Am I worthless? Am I loved?
Thoughts running through my head.
Yes, no, yes, no.
A simple movement of my arm.
My wrist crying with tears of blood.
It's automatic.
The movement repeated over and over.
I've given in.
I've made my blood flow.
I've relapsed.
Scenario two.
Looking at the blade.
The cause of my destruction
Light glinting off, reflected.
Thinking about life.
Am I worthless? Am I loved?
No, yes, no, yes.
My arm doesn't move.
The skin of my wrist stays unbroken.
I put down the razor.
I've fought it.
I've resisted the urge.
I've survived.
Hey world :) I must start off apologizing for the negativity, but this is just what goes through my head, a way to let everything out. Currently, I've been feeling like shit, but the scenario two is applicable to my situation, so I guess that's positive! Anywhoo, talk to you soon <3
