This War Of Mine

My cheek is throbbing, my eyes are swollen, I reach for a blade that is sitting next to me. I close my eyes as the cold metal meets my wrists, I feel nothing as the razor cuts through my skin, for the pain in my soul is much greater. I feel so alone, like I'm in a room full of people screaming but no one can hear me... Or maybe they just don't care. I stare off into nothingness as the blood from my wrists runs into my pants, my mother bangs on the door yelling at me to come out. I close my eyes and go back, my father is screaming, spits fly's out of his mouth, he raises his hand and slaps me across the face, I fall the the ground holding my cheek and crying, He storms off slamming the door behind him. I've never felt this low before. I open my eyes and look at myself, blood is everywhere. I could do it, if I just cut myself deep enough, it wouldn't be to bad, it would be fast. But then I think of all my friends, and my mother, she would never forgive herself, I cant I must stay strong.