With my breathing shallow, my heart beat has slowed-yet has somehow become so much more enhanced. It's all that I can feel. All that I notice, besides the fact that it feels as if the inside of my stomach has been transformed into stone cold metal, weighing me down.
I need to feel pain.
I grab the razor that we women typically use to beautify ourselves, and then slice my skin over and over again.
My eyes lock in on the red blood making it's way out, watching in awe as some of the stress seems to lighten ever slightly. It's not gone, but I can feel myself able to breathe a little bit easier.
For now, I finally feel okay.
