I hold the knife
Glittering silver
Reflects the light

I bring it down
Crimson beads of blood flow
I cringe but the pain is welcome

My arm shakes
As I pull the knife forward
The cut deepens

I smile
As the knife glides towards
My wrist

I stop
I can go no further
I want it to end but I'm scared

I hold the knife
It is stained
I put it away

Bandage my arm
There is always tomorrow