Thoughts

Thinking

The nightmare before the night.

The dream before the fright.

She relives pain from the past.

It all goes by so fast.

Can't stop thinking.

Such heavy breathing.

Needs to stop crying.

Can't stop trying.

Tortured, trapped in the maze of time.

Is having a broken heart such a crime?

If we are born to die and we all die to live,

Then what's the point in living life if it just contradicts?

One cut here,

One cut there.

No one will notice.

No one will care.

The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily. I'm numb to the pain, numb to the blood, too numb to realise what's happening. To realise what I'm doing. One cut follows another, and another, until I can't stop. The razor falls from my hand, blood drips down my arm, tears roll down my cheeks ..............what have i done?...........