Desperation and Despair
It's time to make an end to all the chaos, the termoil, the sorrow, the despair, hurt, and the pain. Can you imagain the feel of a cold steel blade against your flesh? I can. Think about everything that's gone wrong in your life; all the bad things that you've done and been through. Try to out weigh the good from the bad. I bet the bad out weighs the good; it does for me. No one who loves me. No one who cares. No one will even know that I'm no longer here. I will not be missed.
I take up my blade and unshieth it, look at this cold shinny steel 9" blade. I can feel the weight of it in my hand from hilt to tip. I press it against my flesh and press down hard. Then pull toward me and watch as my flesh opens up from the incision I watch my blood run around the blade of the knife; it's so warm and yet at the same time so cold. A little of the pain is gone but not enough. Another bad memory flashes before my eyes, so I cut myself again, and again, and again. A little bit more of the pain from this emotional rollercoaster is gone, but it's still not enough.
As i hold the blade in my hand I notice, that what was once a beautiful piece of steel, is now engulfed in thick dark red blood. I look at my body and the damage that I've done. That blood is mine!
Another bad memory flashes before my eyes and I can't take the pain anymore. I take the blade for the final blow and I strike. My blood poors out of my trembling body and onto the floor and it's getting dark. Struggling to breath a warm sensation overwhelms my body followed by complete darkness. It's over, the end has finally come; no more bad things or feelings, nothing left but an empty vessel. No one who loves me. No one who cares. No one will even know that I'm no longer here. I will not be missed.
By:
Michael Masi
I take up my blade and unshieth it, look at this cold shinny steel 9" blade. I can feel the weight of it in my hand from hilt to tip. I press it against my flesh and press down hard. Then pull toward me and watch as my flesh opens up from the incision I watch my blood run around the blade of the knife; it's so warm and yet at the same time so cold. A little of the pain is gone but not enough. Another bad memory flashes before my eyes, so I cut myself again, and again, and again. A little bit more of the pain from this emotional rollercoaster is gone, but it's still not enough.
As i hold the blade in my hand I notice, that what was once a beautiful piece of steel, is now engulfed in thick dark red blood. I look at my body and the damage that I've done. That blood is mine!
Another bad memory flashes before my eyes and I can't take the pain anymore. I take the blade for the final blow and I strike. My blood poors out of my trembling body and onto the floor and it's getting dark. Struggling to breath a warm sensation overwhelms my body followed by complete darkness. It's over, the end has finally come; no more bad things or feelings, nothing left but an empty vessel. No one who loves me. No one who cares. No one will even know that I'm no longer here. I will not be missed.
By:
Michael Masi
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