The first cut came along when i sat
at the bathroom floor. Blade still clutched in my hand
blood dripping from my hand with a soft pit-a-pat
and my sobs echoing and bouncing off the white walls.
Pain overwhelming my clouded vision
as tears were ripped from my eyes and then again
i was not brave enough to cut myself too deep.
The second cut came just below the first one
and oh, did it pain.
but i beared with it and again
i cried without me knowing
and again i wished i knew why i was such a mess.
The third cut came right below my bandaged wounds
and by that time i was a sucker for pain.
would it make me weird if i said i enjoyed it.
This time i stared at my sunken cheeks,
my chapped and bruised lips from constant chewing
my empty eyes staring right back at me from the mirror.
and i made up my mind
to end it just there and looked down at my hand to
see the shining blade covered with blood.
and i slid down to the floor and closed my eyes
and hoped someone would try to understand me....
