I had the razor in my hand.
I was looking at my wrists like a canvas
And I was ready to paint.
I was ready to unleash the warmth in my body.
To drain the sorrow
And bleed a wound no one could see so I could heal.
I could feel it
My heartbeat resonated everywhere within me.
I could feel the red gold flowing underneath my skin straining to get out.
I wanted to free it but my hand wouldn't listen to my need,
My need to feel something other than anger.
The tears fell and everything began to loosen.
My blood didn't strain against my skin.
My heartbeat slowed.
My hands dropped my metallic drug and I could feel sadness replace the anger.
I got what I wanted.
I felt something other than anger.
I fell alseep wrapped in a blanket of tears instead of blood that night.
