Red

All I see is red
Red on my shirt
Red on the knife
Red on my wrist.
I heard people cut to get away from their problems.
But didn't they just cause more problems by cutting?
They said it didn't hurt when they do it.
But they were all wrong
The pain is so strong it's like getting stabbed by a 1000's of times over and over again.
But I can't stop
I slice and slice.
I realize i have cut to deep.
My head starts to spin.
My hands are shaking so uncontrollably.
I know I'm in serious danger.
I crawl out of the bathroom to weak to walk.
My vision starts to go black, I'm so afraid now.
What have i done?
Just a few more feet and I can call for help, but I'm so tired.
i hear footsteps in the hall they are getting closer.
My sister, my savior, runs to me and takes one look at the knife still in my hand and my bloody wrist. She goes to the phone.
But she is much to late.
I close my eyes and let the darkness in my mind.
I have so much things I wanted to say, to do.
I know i shouldn't be a afraid but i am. I will tell my mom or sister how much I love them. My breathe is getting heavier and i know there is no energy to fight.
I let my last breathe out in a sigh.
All my problems are gone.