Slice.
The blade cuts into my skin.
A weapon that I weild; I have mastered this art.
A letter forms on my lips; a word in my mouth, a purpose in my mind.
At first just a surface scratch, and then deeper and deeper still...
My toes curl in pain; a small gasp falls from my lips.
I think about stopping, and then I think about you.
I can't stop.
Curly letters, blood beads on my skin.
I close my eyes for a second.
Living in the pain, in the bliss of this moment.
Enjoying my release of emotions.
Finally I've found a way to payback everyone I've disapointed.
You.
My parents.
My friends.
But most of all, myself.
This can't last forever, but when it's just me and the blade I wish it would.
Finally I let the knife fall into the sink and survey my handy work.
Beautiful, my best yet.
A shiver runs down my spine as I think of showing it to you, but I know I never will.
This is my secret and I won't share it with anyone.
I will take this to the grave, and I won't stop until it takes me there personally.
Lightly I trace my other cuts with my finger tips.
Green and purple bruises highlight them.
I don't notice the tears streaming down my face until I realize they are mixing with the beads of blood.
Life hurts; bruises, tears, rips & bleeds us all out day by day.
But I've found a way to fight back.
To let life know that no matter what happens to me...
No matter how messed up and tangeled my life becomes...has become..
I can take it.
I've finally found a way to make myself stronger.
I pick up the knife again, gripping it softly in my hand.
To take the edge off of life's knife and put it on my own.
