As i sit here in my cold dark bedroom, I can not stop thinking about you. You were the first person that I thought i could love. You have never once left my mind. Knowing that I haven't been on your mind bring sorrow to my heart, but knowing at one time there was something there and that you were interested brings tears to my eyes. As i look down and see the scissors on my bedside table, i grab them. Without anything on my mind but you, i feel the urge to cut, I close my eyes and pierce them into my wrist. i can feel something other than pain. I can feel the pain in my heart escape and go into my wrists. with the blood dripping down my wrists, the pain never felt better. thats where the pain should belong, not in my heart but in my wrist.
