• In the darkness of my room the silence is deafening.
    A sensation of spasms flows through my body,
    Prickling the skin underneath the blade.
    And as it pierces my skin my blood,
    Along with my sorrow is drained.
    Scarce are my tears that are now dry.
    More silence.
    The crimson red ribbon runs down my arm,
    It has left its mark on me once again.
    Ashamed of my scars I am not,
    I wear them with pride.
    My sense of self is now fading,
    Slowly my body goes numb.
    My mind is slipping and I struggle to hold on.
    I lay my head on my pillow, I have given up this fight.
    Against my better judgment tomorrow I will wake,
    Another day of heart break and pain.
    Why do I even go on when life means nothing to me?
    This question haunts me.