| when everything falls apart i grab my blade and slice i feel no pain only numbness i watch the blood trickle down my arm and then i cut some more so addictive i cant stop cut too deep and ill kill myself i dont want to die at least not yet so i force myself to stop i finally stop to think i feel better and clean my wounds then i lay in bed examining them i get angry because i could have done worse and say im just so weak each and every time i cut it gets worse and worse i cant control myself i go bizzare maybe one day ill go to far |