The pain comes and it goes but when it's all said and done, I'm the one left alone. I feel the numb and empty feelings that have continued to haunt me.
I want to take the razor to this soft flesh that encases me. I want to feel the cold penetrate and then be replaced with the stinging pain, as the blade goes deeper and begins to ripe a path for the next stroke.
Who says pain isn't good?
I love to watch the blood come to the surface and then run down my arm to my wrist, and as a sigh escapes me the blood spills from my fingers to pool on the floor. It's this pain and then as the blood mixes with the tears from my eyes that keeps me sane. In the morning my bed will be empty and the blood will have dried on my arms.
The day will pass me by as I stand and stare out the window. I will watch as the tears fall from these blue eyes.
I will watch in envy and hatred as the people walk out in front of me. I will hold out my hand but those who see it will recoil from it in distrust.
I will begin to bite the hand that feeds me as it will have first bitten me. I will not have thought twice about hurting those who have hurt me to begin with. I will take down who so ever gets in my way.
I will survive upon my own accord, I shall not be stopped.
I WILL PREVAIL!!!
You look at me with eyes wide and yet you do not speak. Have I caught your interest or do I strike fear within your heart?!
