Self-harm

I pull the blade from my hiding spot under my bed

The shiny metal glints in the light of my room

I look from my wrist to the blade

I put the smooth edge against my skin

I push down and pull to the side

I look down and see the tiny droplets of blood forming

I do the same a few more times

Slicing and Dicing my skin as I call it

Ends for the day

As a towel presses against the gaping wound

While I hear the wailing of sirens in the distance

I know it is too late

I am gone and gone is forever