The blood courses out.
I know I'm alive now.
I wasn't sure before.
Everthing sterile.
Everything numb.
It isn't suicide, in fact it's the complete opposite.
I wasn't killing myself, I was double-checking that I'm alive.
Pinching didn't seem enough.
The adrenaline kicks in, the pain fades.
Now I'll have to try again.
I can see my limbs, but they seem detached.
As connected to me as the compass needle I use to engrave myself.
You'll never understand, not unless you're in the same position.
But I'm not asking you to understand.
Merely to tolerate.
-Please Vote and Comment, I'd love to know what you thought - James
