Cuts

The first cut is the deepest
The cold blade enters your skin
Drawing blood rapidly
The release of pain is intense
But at the same time feels good
You wipe away the blood
And take the knife in your hand
Slowly you slice again
Blood is now pouring from your wounds
You slit again, and again, and again…
You start to feel faint as you lay on the floor
Cold silence fills the room
As you softly whisper
Im sorry…

By Morgana