self harm and depression

Fade away

My hands are shaking

so is my voice

As I ask "what did I do?"

I break the razor

With rain falling from my eyes

I take the blade as it whispers

"Just cut"

I slowly push the blade down

Farther and farther

Blood runs down my wrist

Farther and farther

I become weak

My eyes have darkened

My skin is pale

I fall to the floor

With my last breath I say

"What have I done?"

Then I fade away.

Stay strong

Wrist are for bracelets, not cutting ~Kellin Quinn