Razorblade

I stare at the razor, Shining in the light. It’s talking me down “ One more slice it will make you feel better” I look at my wrist one more minute, Staring at the line of blood from the cut. I look at myself in the mirror, Shooting myself a look. The look of death. I take the razor and place it upon my wrist, I sink it in my skin, One more to let all the pain go. The razors screaming “ DO IT, ITS ALL YOU NEED.” Over and over, I remind myself of all the memories, all the pain. Only pain, I take the razor. And slide it back towards me. A stinging sharp immense amount of pain shoots threw my body, I scream and take the blood covered razor from my throbbing wrist. I take a towel and rush myself to the bathroom. There’s no time, the throbbing of my wrist covers my entire body and I fall to my hard bedroom floor. I gaze at my wrist one last time before the vision of everything goes shady. My last reflection could have never been but less “ I love you”.