Hurt

Pain.
That’s all you’ve left me with.
No hate. No love. Nothing
Just pain.

A blade.
Grins. Invites. Shows all pointed, sharp teeth.
My skin itches for contact with the sharp edge.
I grab it.

I cut.
The edge disappears as it slides into my soft flesh.
The blood flows out, the pain goes with it.
I cut more.

I scream.
Long, loud and hurt.
Another way for pain to escape.
I scream louder.

I cry.
I sob and wipe my eyes.
Yet another way.
I cry more.

I cut more.
More blood flows from the gash. Too much.
It won’t stop.
I let it go.

It’s gone.
I feel my body getting weaker.
I welcome it.
I’m gone. Along with the pain.

by Cornflakes
posted on 11/13/2008