Knife in my hand, blood dripping from my arm, cutting just to see if I still feel or if I'm completly numb. Sitting all alone nobody knows about this I don't want anyone to know about this. Feeling nothing, misery completly consumes me day after day with no end in sight. Don't know at this rate how much longer I will survive and actually not really caring. The blood drips to the floor in the shape of tear drops and I wait for the end. Things go dark and I realize its just the lightbulbs their shot again. Ipick myself up and head for the bathroom, theres light in there and I'll actually be able to see the blood as I cut myself again. Each time feeling a little better than the last and at the same time working up the courage each time to just go ahead and end all my misery once and for all.
