The blood. It flows. Trickling down, the scarlet ribbon for some reason bring me comfort. It's like a deadly drug- you need it to stay alive but if you have too much you can die.
The stinging pain is a good pain. It's not like an emotional pain, that numbs from heartbreak, hatred and regret. It brings new feeling to the word. You look at your wrist. Wonder why a small peice of metal is the only thing in this world that you can find that gives you feeling. You feel secure in a way. The razor knows your thoughts and fears. It will never tell or reveal to anyone. Ever. But the people you thought we're closest to you will. The girl you thought you loved isn't there anymore.
