2AM Thoughts

Never Praised Me

I open the drawer of the night table I own, next to my bed.

I looked for the sharpest item I can possibly find.

Scissors happened to appear first of all.

I hauled the rough metal to my now exposed wrist.

Watching the white and red lines appear on my skin as I dug the blade in further and further.

The pain never praised me, not for a second.

My arm burned and stung but it could never match my pain of being so heartbroken.

After my entire wrist was scratched and red, I set down the scissors.

For weeks people asked "What's that?"

I replied with a simple "Stupid dog!"

Or "Bad paper cut!"

I continued time after time again.

But the pain still never praised me.