I just wrote this one free hand..do there might be stuff misspelled or whatever. but if you read it carefully eough, you will get my picture that i drew in my head.



I lock my door
And the pain is left behind
I take the knife in my hand
And stare at it’s beauty
I now count 15 scares on my arm
And 8 on the other
But soon
I will not count another
I place the knife under my chin
And slice the pain away
I feel a shiver down my spine
I take the knife again
And cut open an old wound
And I pick my self apart again
Remembering all the times before
That I used this knife on myself
I hate the feeling of losing control
It boils up inside
I’m trembling out of control
My heart racing
Pounding memories into my mind
I place the blade up my arm
And blood falls to the ground
Now they are what seems hundreds of gashes on my body
And I feel numb all over
I lay on my bed to wait to die
My blood swarms around
Of all my fears and dreams
And all what I could have been
I can’t feel my feet any more
And the coldness rushes up my leg
I can feel my body letting go
I hear a knock on the door
But no one enters
My hands are shaking out of conrol
And I can’t help but want to cry
But no tears come
I’m in a numb state now
And someone rushes over me
I feel tears falling on my face
And screams from down the hall
I try to say goodbye
But it’s too late
I’m gone

This is disturbing, yet poignant.

Les