• I sit in my room in a dark corner
    The chill from outside leaks through my window and tickles my face
    I shiver slightly
    The razor in my hand feels colder than the snow
    I lift it to the light and run a finger along the edge of it
    Blood is drawn from the smallest amount of pressure
    I look down to my exposed wrist
    Should i do it?
    The thrill of being in control for once consumes me and i feel powerful
    I could end everything or go into a high so amazing
    To escape it all.
    I ponder my thoughts then press the blade to my skin
    I hear a whisper in the wind as it caresses my face once more
    It's as if someone is happy im doing this
    I feel the acceptance of this and press the blade down as i drag it across my skin
    More?
    The thin line of blood appears and i close my eyes biting my lip
    Sweet sorrow, i cut again and again and again
    The voice tells me to keep going i dont stop until
    My skin is mangled and torn
    The voice is screaming at me now i can't make myself stop
    I cut one more time.
    I'm bleeding out everywhere and im fading into darkness
    With the last breath i take i open my eyes and see an agel with black wings