By The Time I'm Gone

Everything crashes and burns right before my eyes. The wall around me begin to cave in as my lungs collapse with it. On the floor lay pieces of broken glass and broken hearts both drowning in blood. I never thought that someone can bleed this much, I think to myself as I Frantically stare at my bloodstained arms. My head tells me to stop pressing the sharp blade through the fresh, to stop cutting, but I can't. A part of me wanted to just unlock the door, run as fast as I could and vanish. But the other part of me forces my hands to go deeper, cut deeper, cut to the bones.

This story contain mature language and violent part