I look down at my wrist.....so shallow and smooth. lines of stress, pain, depression, sorrow,hate,and sadness marked them. it was caused by that one blade that mocks me and laughs at me. that one blade that causes me too constantly drive it into my skin hoping and praying for answers but never find any. blood drips down my arms as tears form in my eyes. the stories of my past form and i find myself forgotton. nothing matters anymore, nothing ever matered. when will this end?