• Maybe I’m thinking to much, over analyzing the whole thing.
    But why do I feel this way?
    Why can’t I focus?
    I can no longer hide behind my fake smiles and happiness.
    Its tearing me up inside.
    Thoughts of you run through my head just like those of suicide.
    The pain is too much, too much for me to handle.
    Just one cut is all I need to dull this pain, but I know I will be unable to stop.

    I never wanted for this to happen, but all I can do is bite my tongue and endure the pain.
    Pills on my left, knives on my right.
    The whisper of their voices, "Go ahead. No one will miss you."
    Slowly I find the courage to grab the knife in my steady hand.
    His knife.
    I place the cold blade against my skin.
    Hesitant at first.

    I can feel the warm blood running down my arm.
    I see it pool up on the floor,
    And all I can do is smile.

    I was shouting, but no one could hear me.