Im a monster

The blood drips off my fingers
as i touch the wrists with the tiny slits.
The punishment achieved.
I struggle to speak, to scream, but the blood calms me.
How did this happen?
The knife across the way answers my unspoken questions.
The sharp edge warm with blood all its own, telling me a story without words.
My breath catches in my throat as i feel that you have no pulse.
And to my horror, relief rears it's ugly head for one moment.
Before fake remorse sets in.

*this is the first time I've put this up on anything or shown it to anyone. I would really appreciate some comments.*