• Staring at the blade, it’s so tempting. I try to numb the pain of my bleeding soul, trying desperately to cry, but my eyes won’t shed a single tear. Life is hopeless, without anything to fear.

    Gazing at myself through the blade as the first cut goes deep, my blood drips down the palm of my hand and off my fingers. Seemingly, it went through the soul… but the pain still won’t cease.

    I stare now, at the blood-drenched blade. My vision becomes blurry and my mind, wondering, but not of the wound.

    As my vision slowly fades, and I take one last glance at the blade, “My very best friend” uttered from my lips. Now, I see clearly. Reflecting back to me is your beautiful eyes; your smile that had once stopped my soul from bleeding; your hug, which gives me feelings I never knew, existed. I remember the day we met. Words cannot express my love for you. I miss talking to you for hours, and how much we had in common. Oh, how I made you laugh! I miss holding your hand, walking you home. I wish I could’ve told you how I feel, and how badly I love you.

    The lights are slowly dimming. I can’t see anything, but the images of you remain. I can start to see the light, my body growing numb. I close my eyes, yet I smile…
    I’ve stopped bleeding now, and I’m finally satisfied. Now, I can cry.