His soul as empty as his heart. He took the blade of the razor he held, and placed it on the skin of his arm. As he let the blade dig into his skin, he felt a release of pain, anger, and stress. He pulled the blade harder and deeper across his skin. He felt as though inside himself, his soul was bleeding. As he sat their on the floor of his bathroom, his arm began to bleed continuously. And by the time his mother found him, his bleeding soul had died.
