Pain.
Sharp stinging pain.
Numbing pain.
Dizzying pain.
My eyes are blurry again.
But I want to see clearly,
the warm liquid that's flowing out.
As smooth as water,
almost gliding
like a crimson waterfall.
The cut gapes wide
as if telling me I'm not good enough,
not strong enough,
not smart enough,
just, not enough.
My body wants to give up
but I want to hold on.
Patience, I chant to myself,
hold on so that I can feel my insides scream.
And cry.
And shatter.
Almost as if I can hear everything breaking apart into a thousand million little pieces.
And those pieces pierce my skin.
Drive themselves in
as deep as they can go.
Till reality bursts,
bursts out of the tiny little bubble to splatter all over.
And consume me whole again.
