Nightmare.

Im out in the open,

The sun shines bright,

My heart beats faster as i quicken my stride.

I feel exposed,

My short sleeves, arms bare

I close my eyes,

Squeezing them tight,

Hoping when i open them again ill be inside.

I feel a tingle on my wrist,

I feel a trickle down my arm,

I open my eyes, wondering whats been harmed.

The world turns red,

I begin to fall,

What has happen now is worst of all.

The blood rushes out,

No sign of stopping,

I regret all the feelings all the scars,

The blade dropping.

I wonder why today was so diffrent then the others,

Theyd point and yell, "Stay away from the cutter!"

Id rush home and pull out my blade,

Wondering why id always give into there game.

They made me like this they made me insecure,

The feeling of the blade, so addicting so secure.

The one thing thays always there,

Endlessly keeping me safe,

Is the one thing today

That is taking my life.