A drop of blood falls to the blanket,
Another follows quickly.
A slight pain flows through me,
Peaking at my bloodied arm.
I draw the blade to my flesh once again,
Slowly it cuts through my skin.
Beads of blood form where it's deeper,
I no longer feel the pain.
Faster and faster I go,
The pain,
I need to feel the pain.
It is the only feeling I know,
That makes me feel.alive.
The blade ripping at my flesh,
I need to feel something.
My arm drops to the bed,
The blade falls on the floor,
I cannot feel,
Anything.
I see myself collapse on my bed,
My body limp, lifeless.
My last breath of air escapes me,
And I close my eyes.