A razorblade kiss

An ugly little girl in a big beautiful world; no one had time for her. Screaming at the top of her lungs and no one seems to care, no one even knows she there. The world keeps turning although she is standing still. She sits on the floor, knife in hand, blood streaming down her arms. She trys to fight it but the pain keeps coming. She loves the scarlet stains on the wall. All her pain and sorrow goes away. At least for that moment of that day. She covers the marks with a crimson-stained rag. She closes her eyes in ecstacy as daja vu sweeps over her. Remembering the hurt, the pain, deception. It hurts so bad but feels so good. Better than any drug. I live for the pain.