Cuts

GRABBING A KNIFE,

PUTTING IT TO MY SKIN,

SLOWLY PUSHING IT DOWN...

AND ACROSS MY WRIST.

CUTTING AWAY MY LIFE,

CUTTING UNTIL I WILL BE DEAD...

BUT I CANT DO IT,

SO I WILL TRY AGAIN...

I FOUND A GUN,

BUT ITS NOT LOADED.

NO BULLETS TO BE FOUND...GOD DAMN IT

SO I GRABBED THE KNIFE AND A MARKER,

AND DREW AN X ACROSS MY CHEST.

TOOK THE KNIFE AND FOLLOWED THE LINES...

THEN TOOK THE KNIFE AND PLUNGED IT IN,

AND LOOKED AT THE PICTURE ON MY WALL...

AND SAID...YOU MADE ME DO THIS.