As I watch the crimson red
Drop by drop
I cut deep
Deeper than usual
Breathing becomes harder
The room is spinning
My stomach turns
I think I’m going to be sick
I can’t move
What do I do??
Eye eyes start to flutter
I’m getting sleepy
Someone is standing in front of me
I cant see who it is
It’s you
You run to my side shaking me
Yelling for me to say with you
I don’t understand
I didn’t mean to cut this deep
Just enough to rid the pain of my mind
You pick me up a rush fills my body
I glance down everything is crimson red
It’s pretty.
I wake up in a white room
I start to panic
Where am I
I look around trying to look for some form of familiarity
Then I see your face
Its red you’ve been crying
I ask you what’s wrong
You look at me like I’m stupid
I wait for an answer
You start to cry asking how long
I say three years
You cry even harder
I feel guilty
But I could help it
It’s my addiction.
I need help
But I can’t stop
An unknown woman walks in and sits next to me
I soon come to find that she works and a hospital for suicidal freaks
I wasn’t trying to kill myself
I say over and over
Until they take me away
