So far yet not far enough, I pick up the knife and begin to cut. I thought it was easy enough to cut away the pain and watch the blood rush down and forget about going insane. The blood was a mixture of warm and cold I felt it all but this one i loved. It help me forget about my brother and my insane mother, my unforgiving ex i don't know why i bother. I cut away at my wrist to get rid of all the pain, i slit my skin and try to kill myself to see them look away. They never helped me before so why should i care what they think, their screams and shouts are all i hear and i tone their voices away.
