Water all over my face.
Tears or rain?
Water falling from the shower head.
For fifteen minutes its all been the same.
My sadness is in my hands.
I exhale and there goes happiness.
I look back every now and again.
There has to be some easier way to end.
Then with my blood flowing down the shower.
The first cuts you make are hard, the ice breakers. They’re unsure and clumsy, fast but not too roughly. The cuts that follow have no co-ordination, they’re everywhere, rough, bloody. The cuts after this just feel cold and tingling, your arms numb by now or shaking. Then you either pass out (if you’re lucky) or you lay there shaking and crying until the pain stops. The pain wont stop though. Not for a long time. It’ll be with you all that day and all that week. The pain never sleeps, never takes breaks, never turns its attention away from you.
